It makes Jesse laugh, anyway, makes him settle down just a little. They know each other so well that it's reassuring. Teasing each other back and forth is calming, normal, and Jesse's a little more prepared by the time that Stacker comes in, a little more ready to face this. Little more ready to let Jesse into his head.
Prove Stacker wrong. "Gladly," Jesse hums right back at the stern older man, flashing him a grin. Life tip number one: if you look like you know what you're doing, other people will assume that you do.
Their jaeger's a beauty, though. It's so goddamn pretty, and Jesse wishes he'd been able to be more involved in putting her together. He wanted to cover it in spray paint, but it's not up to standard. Can't be too creative in the military. The nervous tics fade a little when Jesse's strapped in, hooked to the machine he's spent the last year of his life preparing to be attached to.
He glances over at Pinkman, taking a deep breath. "... Y'ready?"
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Prove Stacker wrong. "Gladly," Jesse hums right back at the stern older man, flashing him a grin. Life tip number one: if you look like you know what you're doing, other people will assume that you do.
Their jaeger's a beauty, though. It's so goddamn pretty, and Jesse wishes he'd been able to be more involved in putting her together. He wanted to cover it in spray paint, but it's not up to standard. Can't be too creative in the military. The nervous tics fade a little when Jesse's strapped in, hooked to the machine he's spent the last year of his life preparing to be attached to.
He glances over at Pinkman, taking a deep breath. "... Y'ready?"