[ Jesse's eyes drop to the flask, watching Declan's hands unscrewing the lid for another swig. He knows exactly what that's like: seeking another hit, searching to climb higher into inebriation, frantically looking for escapism in the bulb of meth or the next line of coke. Or, in Declan's case, the next swig of booze.

He lifts his attention back up to Declan's face. ]

I thought the same shit when the Ingress first pulled me in.

[ Trust me, I know exactly what you're going through on THAT level, at the very least. ]

At least your brothers are here with you, though. At least it ain't a case of you being pulled in here alone, while your brothers are left back at home to deal with shit on their own.

[ Like how it was for Ronan when he first wound up here. Jesse leaves that part out, though; he knows Declan doesn't need any further reminders of that right now. ]