[ Jesse looks away, conceding the point. Yeah, he'll figure it out. Not shit you should be bothering anybody with, anyway, asshole, Jesse reprimands himself in his head, let alone a kid, let alone at a party. The mommy issues jab was deserved, really, not that it does much beyond jabbing at a bitter spot inside him that's utterly dead towards his mother. He looks down at his empty cup, which he's fidgeting with in his hand. ]
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Gonna get another drink, d'you want one?