[Jesse looks about ready to cry by the time they're inside, though he gives them both a wan smile in response to their reassurances. Regardless, guilt is written all over his face - and, in reality, it has nothing to do with the crowd or the rain of rotten food. That crowd has the right idea about him. He expected one of them to kill him because he deserves to die. Yet here he is, preparing for another day of convincing everyone he isn't a murderer. Another apology is on the tip of his tongue. He actually opens his mouth to start confessing, maybe to persuade them to call the whole thing off. But he can't manage to actually tell them.]
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