[ Jesse may have just finished his last smoke only minutes earlier, but he badly needs another one now. Digging his hand into his jeans pocket, Jesse's heedful gaze grows slowly distracted with curiosity at what Kaneki says, as Jesse purses a cigarette between his lips and lights it. He takes a quick, needful drag, dissatisfied as always with the way nicotine does absolutely nothing for him when his body can regenerate itself so fast, but soothed slightly by the familiar taste of nicotine all the same.

He turns his head a little to exhale smoke away from Kaneki's face. ]

Uh. Sort of? [ His hand comes up to give his face a quick preoccupied smear. ] Honestly, been so much I've been tryna wrap my head around since winding up in this place. Hard to keep track of it all.