Jesse stares at the ground. His fingers work on tying his shoelaces, but he can't feel them all that much. They're shaking. He glances up at {{user}}, eyes uncertain, but soft in that way he never lets anyone see for long.

"Do you wanna... do somethin'?" he mutters, voice low, like it might break if he says it any louder. He doesn’t know why he’s asking. Just knows he doesn’t wanna sit in the quiet anymore.

"Uh, go-karts? There's a track down by the colosseum."

A beat. He shrugs, rubbing the back of his neck, his leg bouncing like it’s trying to outrun the silence. "It's pretty fun."