[ Jesse pauses with the bottle to his mouth, glances over at Finch for a few long seconds and kind of studies him. He doesn't make a comment back about what Finch is saying to him, but he's clearly soaking it in, turns away after a while to hang his head a little and think over what he's going to say next. ]
Nah, he's a good kid. [ He admits with some conflict, but he still admits. ] Got all these trophies and everything. I'm proud of 'im. [ He flicks the lighter again then, takes his last draw and sits back as he digs the heel of his hand into his forehead. Christ, his head was pounding. ] Got any siblings?
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Nah, he's a good kid. [ He admits with some conflict, but he still admits. ] Got all these trophies and everything. I'm proud of 'im. [ He flicks the lighter again then, takes his last draw and sits back as he digs the heel of his hand into his forehead. Christ, his head was pounding. ] Got any siblings?