[It's the perfect thing to say at that moment. Jesse smiles, if tiredly, and leans into the touch without collapsing into it.
There's more he wants to say, but he takes a minute to gather his thoughts, assembling them into something coherent before he speaks.]
You were wrong, you know. [It's not accusatory, and he sort of shakes his head, to say that he doesn't need to be interrupted or corrected, here.] Not about-- what he did. You weren't wrong about that. It's right there in the file, and anyway, he admitted to it. He says... said... it was his biggest regret.
[His lips thin a little at that; he's not sure how to feel about that. He's not sure how to feel about any of it, but that's why he's still talking, after all.]
But... the why. It wasn't about power, it wasn't about control. Or not just that, anyways. I mean, maybe I'm stupid or naive or brainwashed to believe any of that, or to believe anything he says, but... I do.
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There's more he wants to say, but he takes a minute to gather his thoughts, assembling them into something coherent before he speaks.]
You were wrong, you know. [It's not accusatory, and he sort of shakes his head, to say that he doesn't need to be interrupted or corrected, here.] Not about-- what he did. You weren't wrong about that. It's right there in the file, and anyway, he admitted to it. He says... said... it was his biggest regret.
[His lips thin a little at that; he's not sure how to feel about that. He's not sure how to feel about any of it, but that's why he's still talking, after all.]
But... the why. It wasn't about power, it wasn't about control. Or not just that, anyways. I mean, maybe I'm stupid or naive or brainwashed to believe any of that, or to believe anything he says, but... I do.