The tattoos always get him. They're the same but not, and Jesse's eyes get stuck as Ghoul turns around and heads back into the living room. Quietly, he follows, kicking the door closed behind him, standing awkwardly by the couch, fidgeting like crazy. He can't sit still, he's - freaking out, and doing his best to try and cover it. That feeling in his chest, the pressure there, just intensifies.

"You were in my dream," Jesse says, voice sharper than he means it to be. Not angry, just - edgy. "You watched me die." Again. But that's left unsaid.