[ Biting tone or not, Jesse presses his lips into a thin penitent line, then looks down with self-reproach at the dig about snorting coke. There's an automatic part of him that wants to bite back. He holds it back. There have been plenty of times he has bitten back like a defiant jerk, when confronted about his drug use, told that he's stupid, reckless, a disappointment for being such a useless junkie. Those were times he chose not to care, though, even if the shame of being a disappointment rang sharp and bright.
He cares in this situation, though. He cares a lot. So, he doesn't bite back with anything.
He does, however, look up with his brows raising in surprise at the flask being offered to him. His eyes cut to Declan questioningly, noticing how Declan has made room for him on the steps, then back to the flask. Slowly, he pulls a hand out of his pocket and reaches for it, and he just as slowly approaches the steps, where he turns and sinks down beside Declan.
He studies the flask down in his hands. For a long few moments, pensive, sombre silence. ]
I know Ronan told you everything. About... [ A quiet, deep sigh. ] Y'know. The stuff I said you needed to talk to him about.
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He cares in this situation, though. He cares a lot. So, he doesn't bite back with anything.
He does, however, look up with his brows raising in surprise at the flask being offered to him. His eyes cut to Declan questioningly, noticing how Declan has made room for him on the steps, then back to the flask. Slowly, he pulls a hand out of his pocket and reaches for it, and he just as slowly approaches the steps, where he turns and sinks down beside Declan.
He studies the flask down in his hands. For a long few moments, pensive, sombre silence. ]
I know Ronan told you everything. About... [ A quiet, deep sigh. ] Y'know. The stuff I said you needed to talk to him about.