"Cause you asked?" Jesse shrugged. "You needed help. Ya asked for help. I can help, so I came."
He looked at the cigarette. Then grinned. "Smoke, drink, cuss, women. I got all the best vices. Don't you worry none about you doin it, neither. I don't give a shit. You go ahead and even say God as a curse word. Fuck if I care. None of it's really important.