K.
Somebody by Depeche Mode was now faintly playing on the speakers, perfectly matching his now somber mood.
Though he really loved that song.
"You okay, baby?" K asked him sweetly, her index finger now tracing Jesse's sharp, visible jawline. She loved that he finally got rid of his beard, he looked so much younger and way hotter with the stubble.
He looked down in K's eyes apologetically, then brushed her soft, long hair with his fingers as she lay on his lap. "Yeah, I'm sorry, baby," he breathed. "It's just - my dad has this thing." He shook his head and looked away from her, as if not wanting to discuss the matter.