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_“ Hey, it's me. Wait for the thing. _”

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[hostage]

[Saul, you deserve more than a slap.]

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.

[5055034455]

[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.

[hostage]

I wasn't covering your ass. It's the truth, right? You weren't, uh, jumping at the opportunity to ruin my life. It was him. So...

[5055034455]

Well, no —

[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.

[hostage]

I dunno.

[5055034455]

Great.

[Except not really.]

[hostage]

Why don't you ask her? How am I supposed to know?

[5055034455]

Okay, okay. Nevermind. Anyway, how're you doing? You eat yet today?

[hostage]

[He gives an apathetic wave of his hand.]

A little. Leftovers. I'm not hungry.

[5055034455]

[Saul actually seems to be okay with that answer. He looks Jesse over, expression neutral, before he starts frowning critically again.]

Have you moved from the couch in the past few hours?

[hostage]

Nope.

[5055034455]

Alright, then. C'mon!

[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.

[hostage]

What am I, your dog?

[5055034455]

Walkies, Jesse!

[But then, a little more seriously:] You can't spend the whole day on the couch.

[hostage]

Uh, yeah. I totally can.

[5055034455]

Allow me to revise that statement: You can, but you shouldn't. So let's go for a walk.

[hostage]

[Saul isn't let it go, is he. Jesse sighs and picks himself up.]

Where're we going?

[5055034455]

There's an old Irish saying that goes, "May the road rise up to meet you and may the wind be always at your back." The road's a-risin' and the wind's a-blown' and I —

[pause for effect!!]

Have no idea. But I'll know when we get there. Hurry up.

[hostage]

[Jesse grunts and shoves his feet into his sneakers, then shuffles over to Saul's side.]

[5055034455]

Not gonna grab an umbrella? Or do you not own one? Because that wouldn't surprise me.