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Sunuva- bitch.

[ The camera goes all screwy as Jesse pushes himself up, sits back on his knees and sweeps his hands off on each other. He doesn't seem to notice the camera's even on as he paws at himself and finally stands, swearing a few times under his breath as he does. Idly beats some gravel off his jeans. He sounds dumbfounded when he finally speaks again. ] I'm back here.

[ And the camera turns with him, a few confused steps before he throws his arms out to both sides, an irritated kind of shrug. ] I'm back- here. [ And his hand raises again, so he can first tap a finger against the screen, and then slap an angry palm against it a few times. He repeats, ] Sunuvabitch.

[ Then he finally fiddles with the buttons, intending to turn on the communicator, but, ] oh, [ it's already on. ] Ya wanna clue me in here? [ He glances around the area. ] Yo, anyone still out there?

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[ WAH. Pinkman grabs his sleeve, and Finch very nearly flails his hand in response, almost ends up punching Pinkman in the jaw on accident. But he doesn't, just - okay! Okay. No more chewing. ]

Uhm. [ He sniffs, rolling on his back, staring up at the ceiling. ] Yeah. [ He laughs a little. ] He'd - when I was little he'd talk about me gettin' a wife for myself, or - whatever. Doesn't actually know I got like, relations, with a dude, he can't, 'cause I mean, I'd cry as a teenager and he'd call me a faggot, right? So. [ He's resisting the urge to chew on his fingers again. Badly. ] Can't imagine what'd he do if he actually knew.

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[ Jesse can't help it, he's kind of in over his head where this topic's concerned. Shit father figures? Yeah, he can advise on. He's got plenty of experience where that topic's concerned. ]

[ But that's not all there is here, and it makes him wipe a hand over his mouth, thoughtfully. Hell, it just sounds like Jesse's friends back home to him, but that's Finch's fucking dad. And half of him doesn't know why Finch didn't just- date a girl instead if he likes them, like that's so hard, and he almost says as much. But it's Galen. ]

Well, he can shove it up his ass! [ is apparently what he decides on ] You're, like, way into him, right? Galen? You two're- you know, happy. Kinda stickin' it to the man without actually stickin' it to the man.

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[ That - surprises him, actually, and Jesse glances over at Pinkman, expression reflecting that. It works a half-smile out of him. ] ... Yeah. Yeah, I guess so.

[ He looks back up at the ceiling. ] Guess so. I mean - I wouldn't. I wasn't gonna give Galen up. If he ever found out. He'd just, he'd - do his best t'make my life shit if he knew. Y'know, go back t'coming over and trying to, y'know - trying to beat the girl out of me? [ He snort-laughs at that, rubbing at his face. ] He used t'do that, and - he'd try again and I'd let 'im do it.

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[ It's kind a blow, to hear something he sort of suspected out loud like that. Jesse's dealt with a lot, sure, but that's not one of the things he's had to experience, thank God. It had been a shock to his system enough when his mother had slapped him, for Christ's sake. ]

[ His fingers nervously trace his lip as he takes another look at Finch, peers at him for a few long seconds before he speaks up, and when he does, it's really all he knows how to manage: ] I'm sorry.

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[ Finch lets out a huge, long, sigh, closing his eyes. Too drunk. Too much. Shouldn't have said what he said. He waves a hand, and gropes around for the bottle, because that's a good idea. ]

S'not. I'm sorry. Y'didn't really. Need t'hear that, my mouth's. Motor. Right now. Probably didn't need - to. Y'know, too much informa - mation. [ It's pretty heavy, and he feels that way. ] S'okay. Sorry.

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Shut up, man. [ Jesse's hand finds the bottle first, a little sluggish, but he moves it away and out of Finch's reach. ] It ain't like I didn't tell you, like-

[ A lot. His hand rubs tiredly over his face. ] Ya told me. It happened. And it's cool, we're still cool. [ Finch's dad isn't cool. Jesse's seeing a little red along the edges there, but. ] You- [ And he points to Finch before he starts digging in a jacket pocket. ] don't gotta apologize.

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[ It's out of his reach, so he stops grabbing for it, just flops back out and gnaws at his bottom lip. We're still cool. It's okay. And he feels better, because of that. ]

Okay. [ Jesse says, rolling back over on his stomach. He's quiet for a long minute, and then he tries again. ] Okay. Thanks. And - thanks for tellin' me, too, 'cause - I mean. I'll listen, y'know I would, and will. [ Anyway. He has his eyes closed, hand at his mouth again, chewing his fingers. ]

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[ He doesn't say anything this time; just watches Finch bite at himself and holds back the sigh. It's like trying to teach a kid not to suck their thumb. ]

[ So he sniffs and rubs at his nose instead, subconsciously, feels a little off for letting loose in front of Finch, even as the guy's thanking him. Christ, he cried in front of him for God's sake. Normally he'd say it'd be a wonder if they spoke again. It takes Jesse an awful long time in responding, as he turns his head and slowly cracks his neck. ] Yeah, man. Take you up on that offer sometime.

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[ As if Jesse hasn't cried in front of Pinkman, or worse. He sniffs, and lets out a soft noise, a tired exhale. And when Pinkman answers, Finch moves his leg to nudge at Pinkman the best he can with his foot. ]

Good. Cause y'ain't alone. [ He says sleepily. Whether Pinkman does or not will be a question he'll answer later. For now, he's content with that. ] Fucker. [ What? It's affectionate! ]

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[ That actually drags a smile out of him, something a little genuine and tired as he hangs his head again and plants his hands against his knees, leverage so he can stand up. ]

Yeah, yeah, yeah. [ He offers in a sigh as he leans over and yanks the blanket up and over the back of the couch so it's draped haphazardly over Finch. He braces himself against the couch when he leans over the guy a few ticks closer. ] Ya prick.

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[ It gets a laugh out of him, a tiny huff of a noise. ] Mmph. No good night kiss? [ Shh, don't push your luck. ] Don't fuckin' - go anywhere, alright. [ Just because alcohol makes Finch tired doesn't mean Pinkman has permission to ride off into the sunset, ok ok. ]

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[ You fuckin' homo. Jesse shakes his head and then slaps Finch on the cheek - lightly, teasingly - and stands up fully. ]

I'm not goin'- [ He cuts off and raises his hands innocently as he parks it back on the table. ] All right, all right! I'm not goin' anywhere. Just kickin' it with my man here. [ He reaches out with a fist. ]

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[ He laughs again, not even bothering to try and dodge, and when Pinkman settles down on the table, Jesse reaches out to bump his fist, firmly. ] Yeah. Just kickin' it.

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[ Jesse starts idly straightening some of the stuff on the table - sets the water bottle upright, sweeps some of the cigarette ash off the surface. He swipes his hands against each other as he looks back up at Jesse, regards him with a lowering of his chin. ] Even though you're fallin' asleep like the nerd at the sleepover.