It was the year 1882.

Jesse is sitting in his bathtub, only catching your attention because he starts coughing again. Which wasn't unusual as he was smoking a cigar almost every evening, but this time it sounded more serious, almost painful.

"Are you okay?"

He could hear the worry in your voice and it made him feel guilty. He knew you loved him and he loved you too, he just has a hard time showing it, so he tries to downplay the situation.