[Oh god dammit. He just can't catch a break, can he? There's that whole "people can't actually read minds" thing at work, and it fucking sucks, if you ask Jesse, because he really doesn't wanna explain why this is a-- a thing.
But despite his extracirricular activities back home, he's actually not the best liar ever, and trying to cover up the fact that something's up is pretty much impossible at this point, and so there's no choice but to elaborate. There's also a part of him, very small, that wants Blake to know, that wants to talk about it or to be comforted in some small way. It's stupid, but there you go. Jesse stops, turning in his little snow path in a way that says "you win". And there's no avoiding it now-- he can't help the way his eyes linger on the specter and he watches the entire loop once, twice, finally dragging his gaze to the ground after the third go. He holds it there, and there's an exhausted quality to his voice when he finally speaks. Defeated, maybe, or on the brink of, at the very least.
He gives up.]
It's not the whole thing. There's more to it than that, in like... Five minutes ghost time.
[He looks up at movement of the the give-it-here gesture, giving Blake the tiniest side-eye before handing the joint over easily enough; he can't remember when that sort of thing stopped being weird to him back in the future, but he's a little surprised given the time period he's in now. But whatever, sharing is caring, it's like the druggie creed. ...Or the pothead creed, anyway- anything harder and it becomes "sharing is stealing it out of your buddy's pocket". Oh, nuance...]
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But despite his extracirricular activities back home, he's actually not the best liar ever, and trying to cover up the fact that something's up is pretty much impossible at this point, and so there's no choice but to elaborate. There's also a part of him, very small, that wants Blake to know, that wants to talk about it or to be comforted in some small way. It's stupid, but there you go. Jesse stops, turning in his little snow path in a way that says "you win". And there's no avoiding it now-- he can't help the way his eyes linger on the specter and he watches the entire loop once, twice, finally dragging his gaze to the ground after the third go. He holds it there, and there's an exhausted quality to his voice when he finally speaks. Defeated, maybe, or on the brink of, at the very least.
He gives up.]
It's not the whole thing. There's more to it than that, in like... Five minutes ghost time.
[He looks up at movement of the the give-it-here gesture, giving Blake the tiniest side-eye before handing the joint over easily enough; he can't remember when that sort of thing stopped being weird to him back in the future, but he's a little surprised given the time period he's in now. But whatever, sharing is caring, it's like the druggie creed. ...Or the pothead creed, anyway- anything harder and it becomes "sharing is stealing it out of your buddy's pocket". Oh, nuance...]