[It'd been the first thing to come to Jesse's mind, once he put two and two together- a kid's story, so damn typical... Not like it's done him a lot of good. The whole situation is like one of those crazy jigsaw puzzles of like flowers or whatever, the ones that take a million years to finish because everything looks the same and you can't make heads or tails out of any of the pieces.

The only thing to come of that had been more questions... And he's never considered himself the thinking type, not when it matters. So boned.

He frowns.]

Yeah, there's not much to like... It's like-- It's like they picked the worst possible shit and just set it up on loop, you know? [...Okay, maybe not all of the worst... He sniffs a bit, swipes the back of his hand across his nose. Friggin' cold...] How, uh-- [He knows it's probably gonna give it away (or at least be shady as hell) to ask this, but he needs to know:] How much did you... See? Or hear, or whatever...

[Again with the whole staring anywhere but Blake thing; he's afraid his face will give everything away, if it hasn't already been dropped on him.]