[ Jesse keeps pretty mum on the way up, content to just pat his hands against his jeans as Jet whistles his way along. It could be the meth - it's probably the meth - but he also just likes this guy. Jet's calming in a whole other kinda way that Jesse hasn't seen on someone in a long time. ]

Hell yeah, bitch, here we go. [ he all but announces it as soon as they arrive, jogging ahead a step or two to kick a rock right on down into the beach. ] Y'know, back in the Big A, beach is a good- nine hundred, a thousand miles out. Guess we went once when I was a real little kid, but uh. I don't really- remember.