[Jesse snorts, finally stepping away from the wall to settle himself on the swing next to the one he found Abby on.]

Yeah. Tell me about it. Mine's a stuffy asshole too.

[You know, when he's talking to him at all.]

And I don't know, uh... This kinda stuff, I guess. Drawing and shit. [He extends his legs, pushing himself back on the swing before letting gravity swing him forward.] Me and my friends are trying to start this band, so that's pretty awesome. And I smoke. You know, smoke, smoke. Sometimes.

[Also pretty awesome.

He pushes back again, lets his feet drag against the woodchips this time.]