Safe haven. It's safe and Jesse needs Pinkman to let him in. It's hard, he knows. There's shit Jesse doesn't want Pinkman to see ever - the worst of the times that he faced his father, the time he nearly died from an overdose, things that Pinkman doesn't need to see. But they can't hide shit from each other. Not here. They can't work together if they're not completely in sync.

Each flash sets Jesse on edge, though, just the little bits he catches. There isn't much he can do other than settle down on the couch next to Pinkman and make sure the place is as calm as he can possibly make it. Just keep concentrating on this, on the way he used to make him feel, the only place he could ever sleep deeply in the whole city.

"You gotta let me in the rest of the way," Finch says, eyes on Pinkman. Outside of the memory, he's got his eyes closed too, but his breathing's steady, at least. "You gotta let me in, or this ain't gonna work, Jess, c'mon. S'alright. It's gonna be fine."

Whatever it is, Jesse can handle it. Pinkman just needs to trust him.