[ Jesse tries not to shrink away as the ghost - guy? - moves in closer and reaches for the cigarette. Jesse uses the moment to examine him closer, and... Holy shit? Actually looks like an actual guy, and not a ghost? That mangled hand of his... The spectre-like state of him... Jesus, what the hell happened to this guy? ]
Uh, you... you sm-smoke it. You, um. [ Jesse shifts on the ground, and very tentatively pats the spot next to him on his sleeping bag. ] Here, t-take a seat, yo. If... If you want?
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Uh, you... you sm-smoke it. You, um. [ Jesse shifts on the ground, and very tentatively pats the spot next to him on his sleeping bag. ] Here, t-take a seat, yo. If... If you want?