[ Mid-what? Jesse is about to cut in and ask what that is, when... Oh. The curious look on Jesse's face turns into a brief questioning squint, and then slides away into quiet, dismayed realisation. Only the fact that Jesse has met Noah stops Jesse from being weirded out, freaked out, alarmed, perturbed, all the things that had raced through Jesse's mind upon finding out Noah was a ghost. If anything... the lack of being freaked out by a dead person is what allows more room for that dismayed realisation to sink into his chest. ]
Shit. [ A quiet exclamation that slips out absently, more to himself than to her. ] Jesus, I'm— I had... I had no idea. I...
[ God, she's just a kid. That makes something squeeze sorrowfully in his chest. And what can he even say to that? She's probably heard it all before, and there's nothing Jesse can say, really. So, the formless words he's about to say are shut off, Jesse pressing his lips together in a thin poignant line, his shoulders slouching slightly as he regards her with a soft, compassionate little sigh. ]
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Shit. [ A quiet exclamation that slips out absently, more to himself than to her. ] Jesus, I'm— I had... I had no idea. I...
[ God, she's just a kid. That makes something squeeze sorrowfully in his chest. And what can he even say to that? She's probably heard it all before, and there's nothing Jesse can say, really. So, the formless words he's about to say are shut off, Jesse pressing his lips together in a thin poignant line, his shoulders slouching slightly as he regards her with a soft, compassionate little sigh. ]