Jesse huffed a quiet laugh, shaking his head. "Uh huh. Blessed compliments. Right." No need to voice his agreement on it being a fact, Jesse's decision to lead a grounded, humble life -- boring, as some might say, went out the damn window with the arrival of the Irishman. And Genesis, but that was a different kind of trouble, the sort the preacher was looking to ignore tonight. He might not voice a majority of the thoughts going through his head, a victim of "emotional constipation" as Tulip would put it, but there were moments when he just felt too exhausted to focus on the things he should do, like bearing the responsibility that came with having the Word at the tip of his tongue.

Feeling like his thoughts were heading to brooding territory, Jesse focused again on the present. "Probably because it looks condemned until you get right up to the door and notice it's open," he replied, taking the keys and leading the way outside. “Maybe it’s a crack den, or hell, a vampire nest,” he added. There was a slight note of disapproval in his voice that he hadn’t meant to emphasize. As good a man as his daddy was, being a preacher’s son came with some prejudices that Jesse couldn’t shake, and if he was honest, didn’t try too hard to drop. Pride and righteousness always would be a large part of his character, but Cassidy proved to be a loyal friend, even if he wasn’t always reliable. Despite that, he was one of the few people Jesse tried to be more patient with, to be more understanding instead of judgmental. 

Fishing his pack of smokes from his pocket, Jesse took one and tossed the pack to Cassidy. Lighting up the cigarette, he took a deep inhale before getting into the vehicle, starting up the engine and turning on the radio. “No Bieber,” he said firmly.