[ Why? It's not like Jesse has done anything to earn it. It's not like Ronan even likes him, either. Jesse looks away, takes a final drag of his cigarette and crushes the butt into the ground before tossing it away. Maybe, however, it has everything to do with Jesse trying to help. Maybe this is Ronan's way of trying to thank him. Which makes Jesse feel like even more of an asshole for having walked away from him, even if Ronan had been the one to order him to do it.
God. He can't stand to think about it. Any of it. Not just what he'd watched Ronan suffer through, but those awful, gut-wrenching visions of Mr. White that had morphed in and out of his thoughts, almost driving him insane. Face turned away from Ronan, Jesse bites his lip, then runs his tongue along it tensely. Then he's looking back to Ronan.
Without a word, he reaches hesitantly for the unopened beer. ]
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God. He can't stand to think about it. Any of it. Not just what he'd watched Ronan suffer through, but those awful, gut-wrenching visions of Mr. White that had morphed in and out of his thoughts, almost driving him insane. Face turned away from Ronan, Jesse bites his lip, then runs his tongue along it tensely. Then he's looking back to Ronan.
Without a word, he reaches hesitantly for the unopened beer. ]