[Jesse smacks Walt's knee in response. He arranges the shoes beside the bed before getting up to grab a gun from the nightstand drawer. He doesn't think Chilton will be stupid enough to come here, but it's a precaution. He tucks it into the waistband of his jeans.]
I gotta run all the way down to the office if you want aspirin, but...
[He ducks out of the room and returns a moment later with a bottle of whiskey and a tumbler. He sets the glass down on the nightstand and starts pouring.]
It's weird you can't use your powers on yourself for shit like that.
[ He looks up at Jesse's tapping. Well, that puts him at ease. They're armed and loaded. Walt reaches over and takes the offered glass, pretty much downing it. ]
I'm just glad that he never got to you, Jesse. One whole year and you escaped his notice...
[ And then suddenly Walt showed up and painted a target on both of them. Sorry about that... ]
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[ But he grunts and gets up regardless. The prospect of sleeping is better than putting up a fight against it. ]
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[Of course, Jesse makes a pretty good substitute for one right now. He keeps his arms around Walt, shuffling along at his pace.]
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[ Walt rests most of his weight on Jesse. He's weak. Even with the sedative out of his system, the natural fatigue is pretty strong. ]
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[Once they've reached the bed, Jesse lets go and makes to remove Walt's jacket for him.]
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[ Walt assists by pulling his arms free, sinking onto the bed wearily. ]
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All I'm hearing is more whining.
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Need anything else?
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[ Because painkillers don't really work on Jesse, so why would he bother keeping them around? ]
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[He ducks out of the room and returns a moment later with a bottle of whiskey and a tumbler. He sets the glass down on the nightstand and starts pouring.]
It's weird you can't use your powers on yourself for shit like that.
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[ But the powers are kind of reflective of them, aren't they? Jesse can take on others burdens while Walt can only push burdens onto others. ]
I've tried, though. The most I was able to do was push some of the sedative out of my system and into his. I vaguely remember that.
[ It was right before the butt of the gun hit him and then the memories got jumbled again. ]
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[Jesse brings the glass of whiskey over to Walt. It'll probably do the job better than aspirin, anyway.]
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[ Awareness came over him as he reaches into his back pocket, searching and coming up empty handed. ]
He still has my gun. That son of a bitch.
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[Jesse taps the headboard. Magnetic gun racks are so cool.]
There's a gun right behind here if you need it. Or take any of the other ones in the drawer.
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I'm just glad that he never got to you, Jesse. One whole year and you escaped his notice...
[ And then suddenly Walt showed up and painted a target on both of them. Sorry about that... ]
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I'm getting good at being boring.
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[ Walt offers a wan smile as he extends the glass for Jesse. ]
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Don't worry. You're still on top.
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[ He sooo is. But he drinks this one slower than the first -- taking a sip. ]
If you want boring, I'll give you boring.
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[ He takes Jesse's pillow -- adjusting it so he could lean back against it. ]
I can come over more often if you'd like?
[ Every day until Chilton is dead. ]
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If you wanna. If you ain't too busy.
[Please stay and never leave, ever.]
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[ And drink. ]
It wouldn't be any problem. Honestly, I should have been doing it from the start.
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[ Walt draws in a breath and slowly finishes off his glass. ]
I wish we could just run away. Run away from all of this. Just you and me -- not a care in the world.
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