[ Jesse snorts at that, curling up more tightly with his arms around his knees. ] Feel like it, too. [ He mumbles, trying to act as normal as he can. It's hard, but - for whatever reason he just doesn't want to be that panicky, fallen-apart mess in front of Pinkman. He looks up at Pinkman, then past him, at the camera in the room, and then back down to the couch. ] You can sit if y'want, m'not gonna break.
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