And Finch sees that flicker. He takes advantage of it.

Jesse moves, tries to position himself so he's in front of Todd, make sure that Pinkman's looking at him and not his tormentor. He extends his hands, expression open, and he's trying to bring his own quiet, relaxing memories back, trying to let the feelings seep back in. It's hard because this memory is strong, right in front of them, loud and angry, but he tries.

"That's right, c'mon. Look, it's me," Jesse says, firmly but soothing as he can. "This ain't happening right now. S'a memory. He can't hurt you again, yeah? He ain't around, he can't hurt you anymore. Stay with me. Keep your eyes on me, y'wanna grab my hand? We can go, right now."

Anything to get him away from this Todd motherfucker.