[ Jesse’s had a long enough day. The kind of long that starts with a near-death vortex dive and ends with mystery road maps and caffeine withdrawals. So, when he looks up from where he's sprawled out on the bed and sees a man in red and black spandex(?) trying to squeeze in through the window like a sad action figure being forced through a too-small tube, Jesse just stares. Not alarmed. Not angry. Just done. ]

...Bro. There’s a door.

[ He doesn’t help. Not at first. He watches Wade twist and mutter about hips and breakfast sandwiches and swords, raising one eyebrow and sitting up so he can grab his shitty corner-store iced coffee off the cheap nightstand, taking a sip. The sword clinks against the sill, getting stuck. ]

Jesus. Okay.

[ Watching the struggle is quickly losing its entertainment value. He pushes himself up off the mattress with a huff, taking his time to step over to the window. He gives the hilt a push with one palm and pulls at Wade's bicep with the other hand, grunting before Wade finally tumbles inside the room. His day's been so weird that nothing fazes him anymore. ]

There, you lived. Miraculous. [ He deadpans, reaching to shut the window behind Wade. ] You owe me, man. Least you could’ve done is come through with a pizza or somethin'. [ He speaks as he steps backwards to the bed, sinking down on the edge of it again. He picks up his iced coffee for another slurp, unbothered. ] So, you always like this, or is today special?