[She really can't think of anything else to say to that. What else is there to say, really? It's the kind of thing that defies any comment she could make. It's not like she can ask him if he's okay. Obviously he's not okay. Who would be, after going through something like that?
Her blood boils when she thinks about the kind of person who would consign Jesse -- or anyone, honestly, but especially someone as kind and gentle as Jesse was when she knew him -- to a fate like that.
She laughs when he says she doesn't look so good, and offers a jokey:] Gee, thanks. You really know how to flatter somebody.
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[She really can't think of anything else to say to that. What else is there to say, really? It's the kind of thing that defies any comment she could make. It's not like she can ask him if he's okay. Obviously he's not okay. Who would be, after going through something like that?
Her blood boils when she thinks about the kind of person who would consign Jesse -- or anyone, honestly, but especially someone as kind and gentle as Jesse was when she knew him -- to a fate like that.
She laughs when he says she doesn't look so good, and offers a jokey:] Gee, thanks. You really know how to flatter somebody.
[She's kidding, though. She shrugs and sighs.]
I'm fine. Withdrawals, you know? They're a bitch.