[There's no sigh of relief, no release of all the tension he's holding in his shoulders, nothing. He knows better; the storm's blown over, but another one will rumble its way into their lives soon enough. It always does.
He sniffles and touches Jesse's knee, briefly, before standing up to retrieve the syringe and get rid of it. It's an empty gesture, really, since he's sure Jesse has an entire supply at his disposal — but Saul can't just leave it there. And while he's in the bathroom, draining the liquid and tossing it into the trash, he'll do them both a favor and grab some tissues.]
[By the time Saul returns, Jesse's pushed back up against the wall with his knees drawn to his chest. He's just about run out of tears for now, though his face is all a mess. Really, he's starting to settle into that necessary numbness that's required for every turn of this game. The next thing that happens isn't going to be up to him. He's having trouble figuring out why he should bother even moving until then.]
[Saul joins him, kicking off his shoes so he can assume the same position without being rude. Jesse probably doesn't want him there, but that's tough shit. He's there. He's staying.
It's like April all over again.
He plucks a few tissues out of the fistful he'd gathered, then offers them to Jesse.]
[Jesse lets out a sigh, but that's about as much protest as Saul's going to get from him now. He takes the tissues, wipes at his face, blows his nose, and goes right back to sitting still.]
He wonders if he should say something, but nothing that springs to mind seems appropriate, so for a very long time he's silent and still, gaze focused on his knees.]
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He sniffles and touches Jesse's knee, briefly, before standing up to retrieve the syringe and get rid of it. It's an empty gesture, really, since he's sure Jesse has an entire supply at his disposal — but Saul can't just leave it there. And while he's in the bathroom, draining the liquid and tossing it into the trash, he'll do them both a favor and grab some tissues.]
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It's like April all over again.
He plucks a few tissues out of the fistful he'd gathered, then offers them to Jesse.]
Here.
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He wonders if he should say something, but nothing that springs to mind seems appropriate, so for a very long time he's silent and still, gaze focused on his knees.]