jesse’s still a good friend, right? he has all their favorite snacks laid out on his coffee table, extra blankets out in case it gets cold, and the television at a respectable volume so they can still talk during the ads. that has to counterbalance the way he’s been avoiding leyla like a plague and why the majority of his texts in the week have consisted of either ‘Ok’ or a thumbs up emoji and only sometimes both. his mind is still stuck on the back porch some days ago. what he should say to leyla and what he wants to say will overlap one minute and then dart apart the next. he feels insane and whacked out! but god, is he the king of composure as he drops into the empty space on the couch beside her, a can of beer in each hand. as he hands one over with special care not to graze fingers, his eyes are fixed to the screen ( must be the most interesting ad in the world, given how his gaze is unshakeable ) and he half-heartedly says out the side of his mouth, “it’s cool you were able to join. i thought i’d be rooting for the packers alone again.”