Jesse was SO gratified to return and see the monument still standing, one made in remembrance of so many lost, one among them his own. Jimbo's nailbat is even still there, untouched and unbothered. The cowboy certainly took a few solemn, silent minutes to stand in front of the memorial, hat doffed in respect, before pouring out a finger of the whiskey in his flask for the fallen. Swigging another for himself as well before getting back to happier affairs. The dead aren't ever forgotten but it shouldn't keep you from living either. He doesn't have to be undead to know that lesson well, but it sure helps it stick.

When Jim shows up, Jesse perks up and looks towards the familiar voice. One cheek is bulged with a mouthful of that muffin, but he's quick to swallow it and get to standing so he can greet Jim in turn. "Well, look who's still kickin'! Now, I fergit my whole life a'fore I became buzzard bait, but I ain't gonna fergit a face like this one." The willingness Jim still has to actually touch him, and not gingerly either! Is still something that makes his heart all mushy too. Jim's such a good guy. So he gets a hug in response to that arm around him.

"...I missed y'all." Okay, he's allowed to be mushy on the outside too. No one's close enough to hear it anyway except for Jim.