[Jesse meets Mike's eyes again with a long, hard stare. He's searching for something. The truth, maybe. Or just... anything to hold onto. Some promise that this isn't like that.
Mike wouldn't do that. Mike wouldn't trick him. Mike doesn't play head games like that.
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Mike wouldn't do that. Mike wouldn't trick him. Mike doesn't play head games like that.
Jesse speaks louder this time:]
I lead, you follow. I got it.