The small part of Jesse that's aware he's dreaming knows exactly how bad this is. Roxy shouldn't see him when he's been using, and she shouldn't be drinking, and she shouldn't even be here, not in this environment— even if it is just a dream. The fact that it's not real doesn't mean it's not totally fucked up.

But that part of him is on mute. And it's not like it matters anyway, right?

So his grin widens when he realizes who it is and he makes his way to the bed, pushing the door closed behind him. She obviously wanted to get away from the noise, so let's keep it that way. "You don't gotta get up if you don't wanna," he drawls, plopping sideways on the end of the bed and propping his head up with one hand. "Like, if you just wanna kick back up here, that's totally chill, yo. Party of two."