[ The ease and compliance with which the kid does this makes it obvious to Jesse this kid likely has more weapons, either on him or near him. Jesse knows criminals; this kid wouldn't answer the door with a loaded shotgun like a paranoid lunatic and be perfectly fine disarming it upon command a minute later. ]

Chill. I'm here to talk, that's it.

[ But with that, Jesse pulls his hands out of his pockets and moves around to a seat adjacent to Mickey. He sits down, elbows resting on his knees, hands clasped loosely together, and he peers closely at the kid. ]

There's a slight problem that I need to straighten out, and I need you to listen and not be an asshole. Think you can manage that for the next ten minutes?