[ Ronan asked if Jesse would keep this a secret; locking the door at least offers some secrecy, even if anyone who walked in now would probably just think they were drinking it up together.
He rubs his hands together between his knees again, understanding what Ronan is reiterating: it's not his fault. Sure. Okay. Jesse might finally look convinced but he's really not. ]
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He rubs his hands together between his knees again, understanding what Ronan is reiterating: it's not his fault. Sure. Okay. Jesse might finally look convinced but he's really not. ]
So, you... You gotta be passed out? To do...?
[ Eyes dropping to the cigarettes. That. ]