[ Jesse looks down at Ronan's hand, then back up at him with a questioning, surprised raise of his brow. The 8 ball is like a magnet that his eyes are drawn to; they stray back down to it, and he chews his lip, an almost hungry look starting to shadow across his face. He knows he shouldn't, yet the temptation of getting high is an escapism that he can't possibly refuse. He doesn't question this, like he had the beer and the smokes and Ronan's offer to make sure he doesn't go without food; he slowly, just as discreetly takes it from Ronan, and lifts his eyes back up to him. ]
Shit, man. [ Said in a tone like he's earnestly saying "thank you". He throws a glance around him, quick and chary, and back to Ronan. ] ...Wanna bump?
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Shit, man. [ Said in a tone like he's earnestly saying "thank you". He throws a glance around him, quick and chary, and back to Ronan. ] ...Wanna bump?