Well, tough shit, because this isn't court. Don't tell me you didn't see it yourself when you walked into that apartment — he was clean. And then fucking —

[So now's as good a time as any to slump against the wall and have a sit down. He takes a slow, shaky breath, trying not to cough.]

Sonya, I can't. I can't explain this right now, but you have to believe me. Jesse's a mess and it's not his fault. Just — avoid him from now on, okay? That's the only thing you can do.