He doesn't want to see it - they're in each other's heads but that doesn't mean that Jesse needs to see every little bit of Pinkman's memories. Pinkman doesn't want him to see this and Jesse doesn't go chasing it down, just nods firmly, takes a deep breath in and out of the drift, and keeps going. Just stay together. Jesse grabs back, holds onto Pinkman's forearm - it's bracing, and it's not holding hands. Just familiar, just a reassurance for the both of them.

This time, he just lets himself sort of relax, closes his eyes, and the room shifts and slides and there's the blue haze all around them. They end up in a tiny apartment's living room, music playing in the background, soft and down low. There's the sound of someone in the kitchen. But it's calming. Relaxing.

Jesse knows where he is, and he relaxes very, very slowly. It's not so much a specific memory as a state of being, but he knows where he is, and he looks at Pinkman. Does this fit? He's not sure.

"Stay focused," Jesse repeats, settling down.