[ Yeah, that’s the answer Jesse was expecting to get. He brings his coffee over and makes himself comfortable in the standalone chair, a hand going back through his hair to try and tame the mess as he settles back into the seat. ]

Alright then.

[ He takes a deep breath, then lets it out slow— not quite a sigh, but something close to it. ]

You wanted to know if I was the ‘ingrate.’ [ His voice pitches strangely on the word, like it’s one that sits uncomfortably on his tongue. And it does. He’s not usually the one saying it, and he hasn’t heard it thrown his way in years. ]

Not sure what it means, him saying it to you. But yeah. It’s an old nickname.