He's not even sure he could, much as he wants to. It's a memory. That's the thing about the drift, about memories, is they're just thoughts, and thoughts can wound and they can wound deep but they can't actually and actively kill you, hurt you, physically. It means Jesse can't interfere, he can't shove the other man back like he wants to, he can't fully get Finch's attention while he's like this --
There's a rush of those memories again, bleeding into each other once again, twisting together like snakes as Jesse leans back and opens a door to outside of this kitchen. It leads right into another house, nice, upper middle class. There's a boy on the floor with a firetruck, and Jesse starts to make his way inside, distinctively not taking in the sights around him - they'll stick and he'll get that ill feeling in his stomach again, homesick.
"Come on." So he just waves his hand in tries to usher Finch into the house as though he's a child. Or a golden retriever, maybe. Either way, Jesse's got an overwhelming protective need - it quashes out some of his own anxieties to make way for Finch's. He's scared shitless of this man - because Finch is scared shitless of this man - and out is better. "C'mon!!"
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There's a rush of those memories again, bleeding into each other once again, twisting together like snakes as Jesse leans back and opens a door to outside of this kitchen. It leads right into another house, nice, upper middle class. There's a boy on the floor with a firetruck, and Jesse starts to make his way inside, distinctively not taking in the sights around him - they'll stick and he'll get that ill feeling in his stomach again, homesick.
"Come on." So he just waves his hand in tries to usher Finch into the house as though he's a child. Or a golden retriever, maybe. Either way, Jesse's got an overwhelming protective need - it quashes out some of his own anxieties to make way for Finch's. He's scared shitless of this man - because Finch is scared shitless of this man - and out is better. "C'mon!!"