Ay. Hindsight is twenty-twenty. [ Jesse tells him, pulling back just a little to look at Pinkman, making sure he's looking back. ] How were you supposed t'know there'd be a kid there? Not come up with the plan? That's something you ain't even at all able t'control. How long does it take t'pull out a gun and shoot someone, huh? Would you really been able t'grab it, or tackle him? Y'weren't expecting it, I don't think, huh?

[ He reaches to hold onto Pinkman's arm, instead, just - reassuring. It's hard for him not to. ] Y'can think about it and beat yerself up for shit you should've thought of in the moment, but it's just gonna poison you in the end.