"Have a couple more bites, and I'll put it away." Jesse was not-so-secretly getting a lot of enjoyment out of this. He didn't even bother to hide it.
"Some people say that our lives make us into what we are. Me not havin a good time as a kid, maybe it just helped to assure I wouldn't become like them assholes. Maybe I needed to have an overbearin grandmother who shoved the bible down my throat in order to understand that just cause yer God, don't make ya good."
He shrugged a little.
While he didn't want to give Jody any credit for the good parts of himself, that's where he'd learned to work on cars, fight, take care of himself. Jody had been sort of like an anti-role model. And T.C. ... well, nothing good had come from T.C. outside of Jesse knowing exactly what he didn't want to be.
"I think it mighta been fun to grow up on a ship. But I can't really say, can I? Cause I ain't ever been in space at all."