So can you explain to me why Steph showed up in my room in the middle of the night last night, slept in bed with me, stayed way the hell past noon and let me make her breakfast?
Because given the events of the past week I'm really confused?
How thoughtful. Seriously, though, you don't know what kinda weirdos are wandering around this place — and trust me, there are plenty of them — so you should really consider keeping them outside.
Okay, but Sonya let it slip to Steph that Brock is your kid, and Steph dropped that on me after she dropped in for her little visit and didn't try to kill me or threaten me or anything, and hey, FYI, she slapped me the other day over all this. So what gives, huh?
I dunno. She came up here and said she was sorry for being a bitch 'cause I guess she just found out about Brock, and you, and - I dunno. I told her it wasn't your fault and she should stay outta my business and we had a fight about it.
[Reasons why he thought Steph showed up to kill him...]
Yeah, I'm sure that's what she said. Sorry for being a bitch.
[He sighs.]
She's not gonna stay out of your business anymore than I am, at this point. But — [And here his voice returns to normal:] Thank you for covering my ass.
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Because given the events of the past week I'm really confused?
Exactly how many thanks do I owe you?
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Congrats tho
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Oh. OK.
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That tells me absolutely nothing, by the way.
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He should've known better than to ask Jesse about this via text.
So he shows up in 409 not five minutes later, looking annoyed for an entirely unrelated reason:] Why doesn't anybody in this apartment lock the door?
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So we don't have to get up when you come over to bother us.
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[...wait.]
Obviously, I'm an exception.
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[Another pause, this time so Saul can move over to the couch and drop his voice to a near-whisper.]
About you-know-what? Is that why you had a black eye? Because I don't know how else she could've found out. I didn't say a word.
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Yeah, I told Sonya. Not about you, don't worry.
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I dunno. She came up here and said she was sorry for being a bitch 'cause I guess she just found out about Brock, and you, and - I dunno. I told her it wasn't your fault and she should stay outta my business and we had a fight about it.
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Yeah, I'm sure that's what she said. Sorry for being a bitch.
[He sighs.]
She's not gonna stay out of your business anymore than I am, at this point. But — [And here his voice returns to normal:] Thank you for covering my ass.
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[Sighing again seems redundant, so this time, he rubs his forehead like he has a headache.
Women are confusing.]
Are things okay between you two now? I'm guessing yes, since she cooked for you.
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[Except not really.]
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A little. Leftovers. I'm not hungry.
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Have you moved from the couch in the past few hours?
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[He claps his hands together and bounces up on his toes. Didn't you miss your ray of sunshine lawyer, Jesse?]
Up and at 'em! We're going for a walk.
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