[He watches Jesse for a moment, letting the words sink in, swallowing against the almost painful feeling of fondness rising in him as he repeats them.

Finally, though, he clears his throat and... does his level best not to seem too awkward about this.]

She... [A short roll of his eyes] She said to tell you to look out for me, too. And that's- I can do fine on my own. But...

I'm James. Rogers. Libby and I were... we were together. [These people, Jesse... Miles. They were important to Libby. He owes it to her memory, their shared love of a girl gone, but never forgotten, to at least try to get to know them.]