[ But this is the rub, isn't it? On the one hand, Jesse doesn't want anybody near him; he doesn't trust anybody. On the other hand, some terrified part of him is desperate to feel safe, to feel protected by somebody. Except nobody has ever made him feel safe. Except Mike. But Mike has been gone a long time now.
Walking into the room, however... He sweeps his gaze all around, up at the ceiling, the walls, taking in the size of it. And he edges towards the door that seems to lead into the bathroom, where he peeks in to inspect it. And right there: A shower. A toilet, too. An actual flushing toilet. The amazing thought of being able to shower, to not have to shit and piss into a filthy bucket, throws all his panic off-guard. He stares at both for a long moment like he can't believe his luck, like he's overwhelmed by the mere idea of such luxury, such freedom.
When he turns his head to peer back into the room, at the guy over in the corner, there's a different expression on Jesse's face: A little dazed, a little lost. Jesse watches him, assessing him, like he's trying to size up whether to take a risk with trusting the guy or not. ]
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[ But this is the rub, isn't it? On the one hand, Jesse doesn't want anybody near him; he doesn't trust anybody. On the other hand, some terrified part of him is desperate to feel safe, to feel protected by somebody. Except nobody has ever made him feel safe. Except Mike. But Mike has been gone a long time now.
Walking into the room, however... He sweeps his gaze all around, up at the ceiling, the walls, taking in the size of it. And he edges towards the door that seems to lead into the bathroom, where he peeks in to inspect it. And right there: A shower. A toilet, too. An actual flushing toilet. The amazing thought of being able to shower, to not have to shit and piss into a filthy bucket, throws all his panic off-guard. He stares at both for a long moment like he can't believe his luck, like he's overwhelmed by the mere idea of such luxury, such freedom.
When he turns his head to peer back into the room, at the guy over in the corner, there's a different expression on Jesse's face: A little dazed, a little lost. Jesse watches him, assessing him, like he's trying to size up whether to take a risk with trusting the guy or not. ]
...Promise you won't try anything.