[ Jesse squints questioningly at Ronan, though it instantly turns into a contemplative frown. He can't help suddenly feeling like a bit of an asshole. He slows in his step because his attention is more focused on Ronan instead of guiding the way through the dimness with the flashlight. ]

Dude... It doesn't make you like him if you, y'know, beat off. I mean, what if the person you're thinking about is someone you really into? Or love? Or who loves you? They'd want you to beat off thinking about 'em.

[ He looks ahead of him and takes a drag of his smoke. Only natural Ronan is going to feel sick about Kavinsky thinking of him like that, after the things Ronan has told Jesse he's done. So, changes the direction of the conversation: ]

Fuck that guy. C'mon, let's do another bump, then find something to demolish.