Sam wondered just how much Jesse knew about his past. He wanted that forgiveness, that belief that his intentions mattered more than the missteps of his past. But he'd given up on that hope a long time ago. He'd been marked at 6 months old, been changed into something much darker than perhaps he'd ever wanted. And no amount of good intentions would wash his hands clean.
"I appreciate that, but I brought about an apocalypse back home while trying to help so I think maybe I don't get as much leeway as someone else might deserve."
He shrugged and took a step back with an apologetic smile.
"Thank you, Jesse. But you didn't come in here for this. It's not exactly light pre-coffee conversation. Sorry."