[ Jesse's curled up on his couch, covered in a blanket with a hoodie on, wedged into the cushions like it's protective. He doesn't want to move, doesn't want to go anywhere at all. He doesn't know what Pinkman could bring him - except for company. ]
I dunno. [ He says shakily, resting his head on the arm of the couch. Very, very quietly: ] I just don't wanna be by myself. [ Does that make him weak? Maybe, but he doesn't care right now. Pinkman's seen him worse, really. ]
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I dunno. [ He says shakily, resting his head on the arm of the couch. Very, very quietly: ] I just don't wanna be by myself. [ Does that make him weak? Maybe, but he doesn't care right now. Pinkman's seen him worse, really. ]