Jesse pushes into the touch, gripping at the front of Galen's shirt like a kid. This feels better. This makes him feel less like his lungs are going to pop.

"They changed the dreams," Jesse mutters. "Pinkman, he - stood up t'my dad. Punched him. Ghoul, he - didn't leave me alone. When I died. Made 'em a little less shitty, but they still saw."

At least it was them and not complete strangers, but still.