[ It takes a minute, but Jesse drags himself to the door. There's a voice in him that screams no, he shouldn't be anywhere close to the door, that something could reach in and pull him back out, and for a moment Jesse has to brace himself. Just peek. Just see who it is, it's supposed to be Bruce.
And it is Bruce. And Bruce can probably see that Jesse looks awful, small and pale and buried in a hoodie that hangs off of him, eyes red and expression tense and frightened. He's trying his hardest to look strong, but he has a suspicion he's failing. ]
Hey. [ You should let him in, Jesse, not just cling at the slightly open door. ]
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And it is Bruce. And Bruce can probably see that Jesse looks awful, small and pale and buried in a hoodie that hangs off of him, eyes red and expression tense and frightened. He's trying his hardest to look strong, but he has a suspicion he's failing. ]
Hey. [ You should let him in, Jesse, not just cling at the slightly open door. ]