[ Patriotism mostly because Jesse actually really kinda misses home. Jane. He misses Jane. He'd had an argument with her, and then... Well. Here he is.
He doesn't want to admit he misses Mr. White; he wants to hate that old asshole with a passion. There's no denying that Jesse has wished numerous times already that he wishes Mr. White was around to help him decide what to do, though.
Anyway. Mention of going to the inn makes Jesse's momentary boyish delight dim somewhat, because his attention is brought back to the fact that— His attention drops down to crocdog thing, which is wagging its ugly ass little tail and panting hopefully up at him. Man, how the hell did he wind up in this weird place, yo?! ]
...What about him? [ Her? Could be a her, for all Jesse knows. ] I mean, look at him. All happy and shit.
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He doesn't want to admit he misses Mr. White; he wants to hate that old asshole with a passion. There's no denying that Jesse has wished numerous times already that he wishes Mr. White was around to help him decide what to do, though.
Anyway. Mention of going to the inn makes Jesse's momentary boyish delight dim somewhat, because his attention is brought back to the fact that— His attention drops down to crocdog thing, which is wagging its ugly ass little tail and panting hopefully up at him. Man, how the hell did he wind up in this weird place, yo?! ]
...What about him? [ Her? Could be a her, for all Jesse knows. ] I mean, look at him. All happy and shit.