After Papa Joe got his brains blown out by three different guns, Jesse laughed a little to himself. Not because that was an entirely pleasant situation, but he really did quite enjoy the way that the ending of the prayer came out. Except then Sam was talking again, and Jesse laughed a bit harder.
"I wasn't talking about that Scot guy or whatever," he clarified. Forcing himself to straighten up off of Sam's shoulder as he realized the other guy had moved away his hand, Jesse lifted a hand to his forehead to steady himself. "Whatever. Faked or not, it sounds like an accent. That's all that counts."
Reaching for his drink from the table, Jesse took a healthy drink from it before glancing over at Sam. "Uh, yeah. Somewhere? It might be at the house, honestly. Jamie takes my shit sometimes."