[ Jesse does reach out then, hands clean, his palm up on the table for her to put her own hand into if she chooses. ]

I like to think I'm just so charming that this place can't stand to let me go.

[ He's smiling, joking, but his own look as he watches her is equally soft. He understands her worries all too well. ]

Not so different from life back home though, is it? Nobody is guaranteed a set amount of time. I've seen enough death to know. We've just got to keep on going like that ain't true, because what else can we do?