[ Jesse doesn't need sympathy, but someone dismissing him may have wounded him, so at least it's not that. Besides, he's pretty aware at this point that he tends to ramble (as does Saul, so). ]
Ghost mansion?
[ Jesse makes a face. It's not beyond Saul to exaggerate a little. Or a lot. So he's taking what the guy says with a grain of salt, but that isn't to say that he doesn't feel that twist of nervousness beginning to ache low in his belly. Ia this the kind of future he has to look forward to? Wondering what horror lies around the next corner? Jesse's not trying to get ahead of himself, yet, though, and so he rubs the backof his neck, telling Saul (or Jimmy or whatever) his cabin number.
It's not long before he hears some shuffling outside of his door and maybe he, too, presses an ear up against it first. Of course, this means the subsequent knock is far louder than he anticipates, causing him to jerk backward, tripping over whatever's on the floor and sending him careening backward into the shoddy dresser that separates the two single beds in his cabin. There's some cursing and the sound of things moving about before Jesse finally makes his way back to the door, tugging it open. ]
Come in.
[ He says, holding the door open but not before peering out into the hallway and looking up and down the corridor to see who might be taking note of his visitor. Once they're finally alone in the confines of the small room, Jesse sits on the edge of one bed gesturing for Saul to sit on the opposite one (it doesn't belong to anyone yet, as far as he knows). ]
This shit is insane. I mean. It's definitely you, man. You sure you don't remember me? Like, not at all?
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Ghost mansion?
[ Jesse makes a face. It's not beyond Saul to exaggerate a little. Or a lot. So he's taking what the guy says with a grain of salt, but that isn't to say that he doesn't feel that twist of nervousness beginning to ache low in his belly. Ia this the kind of future he has to look forward to? Wondering what horror lies around the next corner? Jesse's not trying to get ahead of himself, yet, though, and so he rubs the backof his neck, telling Saul (or Jimmy or whatever) his cabin number.
It's not long before he hears some shuffling outside of his door and maybe he, too, presses an ear up against it first. Of course, this means the subsequent knock is far louder than he anticipates, causing him to jerk backward, tripping over whatever's on the floor and sending him careening backward into the shoddy dresser that separates the two single beds in his cabin. There's some cursing and the sound of things moving about before Jesse finally makes his way back to the door, tugging it open. ]
Come in.
[ He says, holding the door open but not before peering out into the hallway and looking up and down the corridor to see who might be taking note of his visitor. Once they're finally alone in the confines of the small room, Jesse sits on the edge of one bed gesturing for Saul to sit on the opposite one (it doesn't belong to anyone yet, as far as he knows). ]
This shit is insane. I mean. It's definitely you, man. You sure you don't remember me? Like, not at all?