[Jesse doesn't care about the rain or the cold, even though he's dressed for a warm and sunny day in New Mexico. His t-shirt's almost immediately soaked through but it isn't a bother. His mind is somewhere else. Or rather, he's still high. Whatever the Greeter just said to him went in one ear and out the other. He shuts his eyes for a second and stands there, feeling very far away from the rest of the crowd and absorbed in the sensation of the raindrops on skin.
He sniffs, finally, and those bloodshot eyes take in the surroundings as best they can. The entire thing is dreamy to him. Later, maybe, it'll feel more real. Right now, he's experiencing it on a different level. Spiritual, maybe. Because he must be dead. There's no other explanation.
To anyone else, he probably looks hopeless and lost.]
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He sniffs, finally, and those bloodshot eyes take in the surroundings as best they can. The entire thing is dreamy to him. Later, maybe, it'll feel more real. Right now, he's experiencing it on a different level. Spiritual, maybe. Because he must be dead. There's no other explanation.
To anyone else, he probably looks hopeless and lost.]