"For fuck sake." Jesse shook his head, and then did step forward and grasp Sam by the arm. He began to lead him out of the coffee shop. This was a job for a man who wouldn't let anybody remain so broody for long.
He kept his voice low while he spoke. "I have fuckin put yer soul back in yer body, Sam. I've seen everything you've done since you were fucking conceived. I don't say shit lightly, kid. I've known other versions of you, seen what ya did fer people, seen what you accomplished when given the chance to help. You think that missteps are counted like change. But you gotta think about it more along the lines of when ya trip while yer walkin, and then you automatically correct. If you were a bad guy, you'd still be fuckin people up. Ya wouldn't have apologized to Fred cause ya wouldn'ta cared."
Jesse stopped just by the door and opened it. "Now let's get the fuck outta here and drink, cause a growin boy needs whiskey. Also to get the hell out from his own broody goddamned head. I ain't takin no. You can do it of your own free will or I can make ya."