[ Jesse sees that hurt and confusion, and he's split down the middle. Half of him wants to comfort and the other half is screaming that none of this can be trusted. Maybe he should just try to get his bearings first. His shoulders sort of slump, and he brings the heels of his palms to knead at his eyes. ]

I -- sorry. M'sorry, m'freaking out, Galen, it's a fucking lot to take in, alright? [ Deep breath. ] It -- November's a shitty month. I don't wanna talk about it right now, alright, drop it. [ A beat. ] Please.