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Sunuva- bitch.

[ The camera goes all screwy as Jesse pushes himself up, sits back on his knees and sweeps his hands off on each other. He doesn't seem to notice the camera's even on as he paws at himself and finally stands, swearing a few times under his breath as he does. Idly beats some gravel off his jeans. He sounds dumbfounded when he finally speaks again. ] I'm back here.

[ And the camera turns with him, a few confused steps before he throws his arms out to both sides, an irritated kind of shrug. ] I'm back- here. [ And his hand raises again, so he can first tap a finger against the screen, and then slap an angry palm against it a few times. He repeats, ] Sunuvabitch.

[ Then he finally fiddles with the buttons, intending to turn on the communicator, but, ] oh, [ it's already on. ] Ya wanna clue me in here? [ He glances around the area. ] Yo, anyone still out there?

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Cool. You're back. Now I get to say 'I told you so'. Thanks, man.

...Okay.

[ He waits a moment, not going to ask, and, no, actually, he changed his mind, he's finding out: ] Wh- y-

Finch was looking pretty put out and I said not to freak because you'd be back and you're back which makes me RIGHT which means I get to tell him that I told him so. Make sense?

[Are you following, Pinkman? Should she talk slower?]

[ Wow, he's- kind of high and that was a lot of words in a very short space of time. He rubs his fingers into his eye and laughs a little after a moment of waiting, asks almost skeptically: ] He was that worried about me, huh?

Yeah, pretty much, but don't tell him I told you. [Public feed.] He's got this whole macho image to uphold and will totally get all defensive and grumpy and deny everything if you say it to his face. [PUBLIC FEED.] Keep it on the DL, 'kay?

[Public. Freaking. Feed.]

[ Oh, Kenzi, I hope you like sarcasm. ]

Uhh, yeah, I'll make sure to leave him out when he sneaks a fuckin' peek at the network and just doesn't even move from his couch to listen to this conversation.

... [Huh. Wait-- .... oh. Crapballs. Just smile! Smile and nod.] Would you excuse me for a second?

[She's gotta go duct tape the fuck out of the communicator on Finch's wrist. Where... is the tape. And the Jesse.]

[ Jesse gives a low half of a chuckle, pinches at his nose and sniffs as he watches Kenzi do whatever the fuck it is that she's doing. ]

What're ya gonna do, hold him hostage 'till he ain't got no urge to look at the thing anymore?

Maybe! You don't know me. You don't know my life! ... That would be a better idea if I didn't already know that he just laughs at totally intense hostage situations no matter how serious you are about crackin' kneecaps!

[Check! Every! Drawer! Hope you don't get motion sickness too easily with all this running around.]

[ It's okay, he's not even looking at the camera for a while, one of his hands over his face as she bustles around. ] I don't- even-

[ Until the latter bit finally hits him and his eyes open, his hand drawing a step or two away from his face and then, ] Hold up, uh- Explain, like, your shit, cuz what exactly-

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Oh, you know, I just kinda dragged him into a dark room for interrogation on his first day here, no big. [Shruuuuuuuuug.]

Uh, okay.

Why?

You know, you ask a lot of questions for a guy that was MIA for some days. Pretty sure this should be the other way around!

Uh, cuz I ain't the one that's interrogating people for, like, no reason.

[ His expression flickers for a moment because, wow, that's not exactly true, actually, but he's moving on. ] I don't hear ya askin' anything.

Hey, I had a really good reason, okay? [And she's leaving it at that. Not saying a damn word otherwise.]

... Did they take you? Do you remember anything?

Okay, well, I'm waitin'! [ No, you can't just stop there! bff gdi ]

They, uh. [ One of his hands reaches up to rub against the back of his neck, squeezing tightly as he lets his arm hang there for a while. ] Threw me back home a while. Few months. Remember that. [ He squints a little, something just occurring to him, seemingly, for the first time. ] Remember some pretty bright lights.

You're gonna be waiting for a while, there, Pinkman. [Okay, so she may have accidentally blabbed about Jesse having feelings, but she's not spilling super private health scares about Galen to anyone ever.

But that other shit makes her get all quiet. She stops whatever she was doing to just look at the screen solemnly.]

Same. Got sent back for freakin' MONTHS and came back, it was only like... a day or something. Two days? Can't remember. Either way, it sucked and-- ... I totes know what it's like, dude. If-- ... is it getting to you?

[Because she can help. Try to help. They could talk.]

Spill the beans, man, ya can't just bring up somethin' zany as all shit and then not tell me anything about it.

[ Yeah. That's right. Galen said she'd gotten sent away, and he sobers a little on his own right when she brings up her own experience with it, looks a little away and down. Is it getting to him? Is it getting to him, yeah, it's getting to him more than a little, and he hasn't had nearly enough weed to rehash this shit yet. ]

Sucks out loud. [ He waits a beat or two, like he's debating telling her anything, but his head shakes in a violent jerk. ] What's to get to me, gettin' thrown back into some real serious shit or workin' as a little doctor pincushion, fuckin' ribbed for his or her pleasure just right goddamn suit, is that what should bother me?

Uh uh. [ He's not traipsing into that territory, not here. ]

... Maybe someday. If you're good. [You glassy-eyed fuck. The beans are staying in the can for now! Hang on, just let her switch to private.]

Hey, Jesse? Kinda seems like it bothers you. So you're gonna tell me where you wanna meet me and we're gonna talk, okay?

"Good," she says. Come on, I'm, like, the best. [ Or something like it. ]

Wh- [ He cuts off, leans back a tick to look at her incredulously. His voice is a bit of a challenge. ] Says who?

Says me, El Fisto, and Señor junkpunch. Name a place!

[This is how you officially know she wants to be friends for sure. Threats of violence.]

... What?! You're-- this is totally out of context. Stop doing the face.

Also, I told you so.

Babydoll, m'gonna do the face s'long as I want. Now people are gonna think m'some sort of teddy bear.

Also, shush.

Dude... you are a teddy bear. Also NEVER!

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