Even Jesse can only be so dour at a time like this. He's had sex that wasn't actually any fun before, but let it not be that way with Annie. Not stunning, sweet, stubborn, imperfect Annie, who grabs him while he's still wrangling his last sock and gets a real laugh this time in return, whose scarred neck he eagerly returns his attentions to as he leans over her.

She deserves -- fuck it, they both do, or at least she deserves and he needs -- a few moments of real, actual release; the kind that takes another person to get.