[ Any other world, he'd ask if they could go grab a beer. Or anything, really. Haven's limited options do make it that much harder to stay clean, to keep occupied. Carlos gave him a vague job title to keep him occupied. He'd always thought his biggest hurdle would be the first time he ran out, and then it'd be done. But they give him more every time they knock him down. They know.
Well, fuck Matilda King and fuck Haven. He doesn't care how desperate he sounds, or seems, or ultimately... is. At some point he'd stopped being wary of Cecil and began to understand his broadcasts a little more. He's at Yao's mercy like the rest of them. Being stuck in between worlds, that's a thing Jesse can understand. Even if the beginning of their first conversation will always be a weird mystery to him.
There's a little sigh of something like relief when Cecil agrees. He rubs at his shoulders and nods, somewhat numbly. Cecil can take him to the subway station or walk around in circles, it doesn't really matter. He'll follow. He'll talk about anything, anything else but what just happened. ] Yeah, that's okay. That's cool.
[ Only... he bites at the corner of his mouth and shoots over a curious look. Him and Carlos both, they're bizarrely fearless people. Night Vale, when they talk about it, always sounds way too similar to Haven. That must be why. ]
You're not scared?
[ It slips out and it's vague. Murky and wrought with exhaustion, because he doesn't know what he's asking about exactly. Not scared of the monsters? Of turning into one of them? Of Haven? Of going to Doctor Kite? He doesn't elaborate.
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Well, fuck Matilda King and fuck Haven. He doesn't care how desperate he sounds, or seems, or ultimately... is. At some point he'd stopped being wary of Cecil and began to understand his broadcasts a little more. He's at Yao's mercy like the rest of them. Being stuck in between worlds, that's a thing Jesse can understand. Even if the beginning of their first conversation will always be a weird mystery to him.
There's a little sigh of something like relief when Cecil agrees. He rubs at his shoulders and nods, somewhat numbly. Cecil can take him to the subway station or walk around in circles, it doesn't really matter. He'll follow. He'll talk about anything, anything else but what just happened. ] Yeah, that's okay. That's cool.
[ Only... he bites at the corner of his mouth and shoots over a curious look. Him and Carlos both, they're bizarrely fearless people. Night Vale, when they talk about it, always sounds way too similar to Haven. That must be why. ]
You're not scared?
[ It slips out and it's vague. Murky and wrought with exhaustion, because he doesn't know what he's asking about exactly. Not scared of the monsters? Of turning into one of them? Of Haven? Of going to Doctor Kite? He doesn't elaborate.
But he is terrified of all those things. ]