[Liking Jeff is like a slap in a face, that's for sure, but he doesn't ever try to hide that fact. He's perfectly content to smooth the situation and throw in a right hook seconds later, it can't be helped. Perhaps it's the lawyer in him that insists on digging and twisting and never letting things settle.

At least he listens to Will's reply, poking at his salad idly without ever actually taking a bite. It's difficult to process what he knows and what he's learning, trying to judge every piece of information that's been slowly trickle fed to him and put it all together. Each side tells a different story, but isn't that always the way? And if he truly had to trust anyone, he imagines it'd be the guy he's sharing food with rather than the paranoid meth lord filling his bank.]

So maybe he's done some shit. Maybe you have too. I sure as hell have... Did you know I killed a guy's dad? [A thoughtful squint towards Will and a slow smile that suggests maybe it's not an awful murder but it's information sharing and Will's already shared so much.] He was old as balls. Like literally must have been a hundred or something. I made him have a heart attack.