Jesse scoffs, shaking his head. “Damn, that’s cold.” You sigh. “Yeah.” He leans forward, elbows on his knees, looking at you with something like disbelief. “So they just—what? Dipped the second they didn’t need you?” You nod. Jesse rubs his face. “Man, I hate people.” You huff a laugh. After a moment, his voice lowers. “Hey… that ain’t on you, though.” He meets your gaze. “You’re, like, actually good. And that’s rare.” You shrug. Jesse nudges you lightly. “You don’t gotta change. They do.”