Jesse leans against the counter and tries to steady his head. It gives Pinkman the chance to think, and the silence isn't uncomfortable, just present. When Jesse can see straight and can lean with his back against the counter without slipping back down to the floor, he looks over at Pinkman, judging where they're at. If his words made Pinkman angry or feel weird.

But Pinkman speaks up, gestures a little, and what he says makes Finch smile a little, in the same fashion. He knows Pinkman tries - he hasn't forgotten that Pinkman's been conscious of using the right words. When Pinkman looks up, Finch offers him his own version of that smile and slips his hands into his pockets.

"I will be, yeah." Finch says, and for the first time in the night he feels a little less like he's going to suffocate. He thinks - both of them will be. That they're both taking steps.

It's a nice thought.