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Jesse stiffened up, and turned his face away, but he didn't muster an objection. Duty over comfort, that was the mantra. But right now the group's morale was the most important thing to maintain, in the face of spiritual peril from experiments in spacetime. So he let them be near him, bodily, if...

Jesse bit his cheek sharply, but didn't stand or pull away. He reached out a paw and gave Gen a pat on the head. "Don't you worry about me, son. I'm just fine." He hadn't been fine in nearly a decade, but who was counting?

Jesse sighed. "You're the only one t'think so," he muttered to himself. "And sore mistaken."

The cuddle was unexpected, unasked-for, but not unwelcome. It had... been a while. Gods, it had been a while. "If he was even murdered, maybe? Wait, nah, if there's a livin' murderer in our group, how 'bout that?"

Jesse snapped his fingers. "Fuckin' great idea, Lee. Have ya got a charge of yer power left fer the day? Try it now, if y'can!"

This... was nice. Jesse closed his eyes, leaned back, and gave a long, rattling sigh of satisfaction. He'd hardly taken a breath all week, and it wasn't even unusual for him. It was about time he had some enjoyable company, and... this was that. For once. Even without his proper telepathy to...

Jesse maintained an expression of dry bemusement as Lee did his best to pet him via his ears of all things, as a deity rubbed lotion into a fucking zangoose kid, and... and Rally did whatever the fuck Rally was doing. "Y'know what, I think I've been tense fer nigh on thirty years. Would ya give...

Jesse allowed his mind to drift a little as he scratched at Lee's chin and cheek fur. The wolf let on what he wanted so easily, it was effortless to make him happy. That made... a nice goddamn change from Jesse's usual social interactions. And all without proper mindreading. What a strange and...

"Sure thing, Lee." Jesse obliged his friend with a particularly deft ear-scratching. He'd gotten pretty good at this over the years, if he did think so himself. He'd win this extremely weird but mercifully wholesome game easily, no doubt.

Jesse smirked, and pulled the barely-mortal lycanroc into a hug from behind, settling them both into the couch. "Never mind the scorin' system," he drawled. "Why don'tcha tell me what ya like, partner?" Jesse moved his paws to Lee's shoulders and put them to work.

Well, that was alright, then. Clothes on, at least. Delphox fur or not, he just didn't feel like a person without some coverings. Jesse approached Lee with his dry grin returning somewhat. "How about it, partner?" he drawled, offering a paw to walk Lee over to the couch.

Jesse raised a brow. "And how's that work, then?" He glanced sidelong at Lee, wondering if the fluffy fella was due another meltdown at the new suggestion.

Jesse growled in discomfort. "What does the game matter, anyway? What happens if I walk right out that door and back to Zeke's two-bit cabin?"

"No," said Jesse, grimly. "There ain't."

Jesse's grin faltered. "He conceded, right? Game's over, y'all." One eye twitched a little at the idea of getting his clothes off among company.

Jesse smirked to himself. Surely the poor lycanroc would back out of this rather than feel Jesse's paws all over him. Poor fella would surely melt like so much ice in the desert sun. "Well, Lee. Looks like we have ourselves an opportunity t'get to know each other better. Are y'happy to let me go...

Jesse pawed at his cheek fur and groaned. "Whyyyyyy does nothin' ever make any goddamn sense in this reality?" He steadied himself against Lee. "Yeah, Zeke, we got the journals. Why d'you ask? And, uh, Wii. Gimme somethin' to make yer ears burn, will'ya?"

"Right you are." Jesse strode back into the cabin's living area with Lee in tow and faced the Wii. "Got any datin' options fer m'self and my pal here, you fuckin' decrepit contraption?"

Jesse smirked to himself. "Well, I ain't especially suspicious of anyone right now, and everythin' is bullshit. Let's kill time. What say you 'n' I go on a date, partner?"

Jesse sighed. "Yeah, yeah, sure thing I guess." He planted the empty can on Zeke's desk. "We can hear you from wherever 'cause of how this shit works. If y'need us, just call, I guess." Jesse gave Lee's back a pat and head back to the lobby.