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[blueshit]

"You know what to do. Leave it at the tone, bitch."

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[blueshit]

Oh.

[ Weird shit. Jesse stills, biting his lip. This conversation's getting super real, especially for what was supposed to be bullshitting while eating popcorn and watching dumb porn. ]

There's...some stuff on my sentence, I guess.

[ He says it quietly, almost too low to hear. Again, not something he really feels like going into detail about right here, with a bunch of other people in the room. Even if no one seems to be paying much attention.

But when Daryl asks if the shit he'd been talking about had happened to him, he shakes his head, firmly enough to be reassuring, he hopes. ]

Nah, man. I mean, not like, bad, or anything.

[ Not like he might be imagining. And he doesn't want Daryl to worry about that, to have another reason to feel like Jesse somehow needs his protection. ]

Just sucks when you hook up with someone an' then realize they're an asshole, y'know?

[ Too late, he realizes that maybe Daryl doesn't know. He clears his throat, sitting up in his chair. Suddenly he's sick of this place, sitting in these dumb chairs, watching this dumb fakeass porn. ]

Hey, you wanna get outta here?

[dadyl]

[ Those fucking sentences. Daryl's expression darkens just at the mention of them because yeah, he has some messed up stuff on his as well, not to mention the words he doesn't even know the meanings of... and which he can't just ask around about. But 'not like, bad, or anything'? There's that, at least. Some small luck. Daryl has had some strange encounters, to say the least, and while he doesn't trust Wade as far as he can throw him, nothing bad had happened after any of those disasters. Not exactly.

But realizing someone is an asshole after the fact? That gets a suddenly unguarded look from Daryl because wants to know more - but would never ask. Had Jesse felt that rug get tugged out from under him while trapped here? That sucks, but just as Daryl is trying to figure out a way to say so, Jesse grants Daryl's deepest wish and he nods the moment the question is finished being asked. ]

Course I do.

[ He doesn't need to be asked twice and Daryl hefts himself out of the chair and then immediately reaches down rather amiably to offer Jesse a hand getting up. The kid certainly doesn't need it, Daryl just finds himself wanting to show his appreciation for Jesse finally making the suggestion.

But... ]

Hey. You okay?

[blueshit]

[ Whoops. The relief on Daryl's face is immediate and obvious, and Jesse immediately feels guilty. He probably should've asked earlier. Right away, maybe. It had been prety clear Daryl wasn't comfortable here from the beginning.

But there's nothing to do about it now but just go, so he does, accepting Daryl's hand up with a quick, grateful smile. He even gives his hand a little squeeze of thanks as he lets Daryl help pull him up.

At his question, though, Jesse just blinks in confusion. ]

Huh? Yeah, I'm good.

[ Sure, the conversation had gotten a little heavy for a minue there...but he's fine. Really. He narrows his eyes, giving Daryl a little concerned look of his own. ]

Are you okay?