[Jesse Pinkman: sometimes the perfect husband, sometimes a stinking mess. It's a coin toss. He sets her plate on top of his, then pauses and turns his eyes back up to her.]
Thanks. For everything.
[Because she drew up a bubble bath and fed him and talked to him and for a little bit he felt human again, which is a bigger deal than it sounds like to most people.]
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No, no - Here, I can do it. Seriously, you did... a lot already.
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If you're sure.
[With a smile, and she hands her plate over.]
They never let me get out of washing up downstairs.
[Jesse Pinkman: not as much of a dick as Jim Kirk?]
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[Jesse Pinkman: sometimes the perfect husband, sometimes a stinking mess. It's a coin toss. He sets her plate on top of his, then pauses and turns his eyes back up to her.]
Thanks. For everything.
[Because she drew up a bubble bath and fed him and talked to him and for a little bit he felt human again, which is a bigger deal than it sounds like to most people.]
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Her smile is soft, but warm.]
You're welcome.
[She fusses with her sleeves for a second, ready to head out the door, but first she just - puts her hand on his arm, giving a light squeeze.]
Try to get some sleep tonight, yeah?
[She's sure he could use it.]
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[And maybe even succeed, now that he's been coaxed out of his anxiety for a bit.]
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She lets go of his arm, takes a step towards the door.]
Don't forget to put the leftovers in the fridge. [important instructions, okay.] See you 'round, Jesse.
[And if he doesn't have more to say, she's just going to head out the door.]