And in return, there's nobody else that Jesse Finch would think of doing this with.
For whatever reason, the two of them just make sense. They're close, like brothers, they work well off each other - for every quick-on-his-feet decision that Pinkman makes, Finch is right behind him with a backup plan, a broader view. They know each other's style pretty damn intimately, but still, it's true. Everybody warns the recruits about the first drift, about how difficult it can get. And Jesse knows, he's anticipating it. It's just that his head has always been a pretty private place. It's the last safe haven for him.
But he has to let Pinkman in. Even if he trusts Pinkman with his life, even if he'd die for the guy, do anything - there's just this small bit of apprehension in his chest. There's shit nobody should have to see in the back of his head, shit that still lurks and rears it's angry head when he's stressed or nervous.
It manifests now, with them standing and waiting, Pinkman nudging him with a grin, and Jesse is easy enough about it, rolling his head to the side to offer Pinkman a lazy grin of his own. He looks calm enough, looks in control of himself, but someone like Pinkman will know exactly how nervous Jesse is based on the way he keeps fussing with his hair.
He'd be chewing on his fingers if they weren't gloved.
"Yeah, yeah," Finch hums, making a face at Pinkman. "Try not t'pee yourself afore we get in there, now." Like they're not both about ready to puke. Pinkman gets a wink, too, something teasing and good natured as always. "Hope you're ready for all the gay sex, Jess, m'gonna do my best t'pull it to the front."
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For whatever reason, the two of them just make sense. They're close, like brothers, they work well off each other - for every quick-on-his-feet decision that Pinkman makes, Finch is right behind him with a backup plan, a broader view. They know each other's style pretty damn intimately, but still, it's true. Everybody warns the recruits about the first drift, about how difficult it can get. And Jesse knows, he's anticipating it. It's just that his head has always been a pretty private place. It's the last safe haven for him.
But he has to let Pinkman in. Even if he trusts Pinkman with his life, even if he'd die for the guy, do anything - there's just this small bit of apprehension in his chest. There's shit nobody should have to see in the back of his head, shit that still lurks and rears it's angry head when he's stressed or nervous.
It manifests now, with them standing and waiting, Pinkman nudging him with a grin, and Jesse is easy enough about it, rolling his head to the side to offer Pinkman a lazy grin of his own. He looks calm enough, looks in control of himself, but someone like Pinkman will know exactly how nervous Jesse is based on the way he keeps fussing with his hair.
He'd be chewing on his fingers if they weren't gloved.
"Yeah, yeah," Finch hums, making a face at Pinkman. "Try not t'pee yourself afore we get in there, now." Like they're not both about ready to puke. Pinkman gets a wink, too, something teasing and good natured as always. "Hope you're ready for all the gay sex, Jess, m'gonna do my best t'pull it to the front."