[ Jesse's head just shakes at first, furiously and stubbornly. ] I can't believe he fucking killed-
[ He starts and stops again, cuts off with a harsh breath before he forgets himself. The hand at his back is comforting, even when his muscles are all bunched uncomfortably tight like this, his shoulders up around his ears. He stops wiping at his face long enough to let out another little splutter of a sound, and he tugs his hoodie over one of his hands, rubbing under his nose. He looks ahead but not at Finch when he speaks up again. ] I hadda get out. I had to, me'n Mike, we just- shit.
[ Nope, he aborts that again, turns his head back away sharply as his face screws up, only for a second, like he's going to really lose it, really start to cry - no, he's not going down that road. ]
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[ He starts and stops again, cuts off with a harsh breath before he forgets himself. The hand at his back is comforting, even when his muscles are all bunched uncomfortably tight like this, his shoulders up around his ears. He stops wiping at his face long enough to let out another little splutter of a sound, and he tugs his hoodie over one of his hands, rubbing under his nose. He looks ahead but not at Finch when he speaks up again. ] I hadda get out. I had to, me'n Mike, we just- shit.
[ Nope, he aborts that again, turns his head back away sharply as his face screws up, only for a second, like he's going to really lose it, really start to cry - no, he's not going down that road. ]