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[Watching that fire come to an end is oddly disconcerting, what with it being put out on bare skin. Healing powers or not, surely that's got to hurt, surely. If fire isn't getting Jesse to react, then there's no way a few punches from Jeff is going to do anything.]

Jesse. Man, if he finds out, I would be in so much trouble. Like. More trouble than this. Like, dead kind of trouble. I'm pretty sure his threats weren't a bluff. [Especially not after how he's seen Joel and Jesse react to all this.]

[It hurts like a motherfucker.]

He's not gonna find out unless you tell him. I mean... Are you gonna tell him? I could go back to Plan A.

[He reaches for another alcohol-soaked paper.]

I'm not gonna tell him! [He's quick to say, just staring to take a step forward.]

I won't tell anyone. [Jesus, his poor heart. His poor everything.] I just... You're paying, right? I mean, you're doing great with this whole mobster Goodfella's threatening thing. Gold star, A+. But you can't expect me to do this kinda crap pro bono.

[Why the fuck not. He lights this paper, too.]

Do you have any idea how much you owe me for the shit you put me through with this? I mean, of course you don't, because you're an idiot. Let's just say this whole thing's gonna hurt me a lot more than it'll hurt you.

I didn't do anything, I was just-- ugh, fine.

[That lit paper is the best way to stop Jeff arguing. Super effective.]

I'm sorry, okay? I'll do it, you know I will. And you also know that if you set fire to this office, the deal is void before it's even begun. Don't waste that.

[They're still talking. He'll let this paper keep burning.]

Show me a little respect. I'm nicer than him, but I'll still murder your ass and flush your body down my toilet.

Anyway, back to what I was saying: I don't pay you for repaying your debt to me. You tell me what I wanna know. And if you ever get around to impressing me, then maybe we can talk cash money.

[This is the worst day. Why are so many of his days being the worst right now? Fuck you, Walter White, you make all things the worst.

But respect is asked for and it's given, Jeff shutting up long enough to hear what has to be said and not answering back. There was threat of death, sure, but that flame is a more present threat right now.]

Pro bono it is, and I'm sure it'll be a total pleasure to work for you, Mr. Pinkman. Give me some actual law to do and I'll impress your ass off. Until then... guess I'll just repay that debt.

Good. Because I'm richer than he is, Jeff. By like... a lot.

[And he knows that's what really matters. A threat is only really good for getting someone's attention, not holding it.

The fire burns itself away between his fingers and Jesse brushes what's left of the paper onto the leg of his jeans. He picks up his glass and the bottle, pouring himself another drink.]

Now it wasn't just you, right? Who else was watching Joel? I could use a name and address.

[At least Jesse's worked out quickly what Jeff's motivations are, because he's damn right. Threats are fine for the present, but it won't be long before Jeff puts it all out of his mind and denies it ever happened. But money? Knowing there's the possibility for plenty of it is enough to keep him interested.]

Just some native that works for me. He does that kinda crap all the time. He won't bother you guys again. If I give his details up I'm gonna start losing trust in those kinda guys real quick and I need them.

Yeah, that'd be inconvenient. But I still need those details.

Great to know confidentiality is important to you. [But he's dragging his phone out of his pocket with the hand not still clutching onto his scotch.] What are you uh, gonna do? Like. With the details? You're not gonna... I mean if you are, I can't... [Plz don't kill anyone.]

[Why don't you sweat about it a little, Jeff. Jesse takes a sip of his whiskey, waiting.]

[Why are morals so hard? He misses not having them.] Jesse, I'm serious, you gotta tell me he'll come out of it alive or I can't give him up. I guess I got a line, and killing natives is it.

Then you probably oughta stop hiring natives for this shit.

Yeah, well, you mighta already noticed that getting imPorts for this kind of crap isn't exactly easy.

Tell me what I wanna know or I'll get somebody here who can pull that info straight outta your brain. How's that for easy?

[Jeff manages the most mature of eye rolls.] Look, I get it. You think you can't falter on this whole tough guy bravado right now without showing a weakness, right? But you can. You've already won. You've made your point. I'm not here to judge or push advantages or whatever other crap, I've already rolled over like a good boy. All I'm asking is for the safety of one of my guys. That's it.

[Jesse... smiles. No, seriously, he's massively relieved that Jeff cares so much about a single native life. That's decent of him, and Jesse appreciates decency.]

Relax. I'm not gonna hurt him. He might forget me and Joel ever existed, but he's gonna be fine.

[Well that isn't quite the reaction Jeff was expecting, but he's not going to complain about it. Although there is a small part of him hesitant to believe.]

Okay. That's good, I'll just... [Not write it down, apparently, because everything on his desk is soaked.] I'll send it over in a text. [Which he does right away, phone slipping straight back into his pocket afterwards. He sips his drink, shoulders slumped in a display of defeat.]

For what it's worth? I am sorry. I never knew it'd cause so much shit.

Yeah. You kinda ruined the best thing I had left in my life.

[And Jesse is still really tempted to set this fucking office on fire because of that. But that wouldn't actually fix anything. It'd just feel good.]

Like, as a word of advice, though: You're messing with some serious shit. When it comes to Mr. White, I mean. You might wanna be careful with how much he knows about you.

Uh-huh. Thanks for the warning, Mr. I Want You to Double-cross that Potential Psychopath.

[Sullen sip as he considers his options. Jeff's careful enough when it comes to his private life staying private, but that doesn't mean he can't cover his ass just that little bit more. Step one is getting a full time bodyguard. He's had enough of these sort of visits, thank you very much. Step two is... well he's not planned that far ahead but he feels like taking some responsibility for this is sort of expected here.]

What can I do for you guys? I can make this right. You two still got a chance. Just tell me what I gotta do to fix it.

[Jesse feels absolutely no guilt about what he's asking Jeff to do. The guy's getting what's coming to him. But that doesn't mean Jesse wants the people in Jeff's life to suffer, okay. The warning's fair.]

Mr. White's gonna kill Joel. Probably sooner than later. The only thing left to do now is find a place to hide him, probably as far away from me as possible.

Jesus Christ. [Why is everyone trying to kill each other?]

Why now? What's changed? Is he jealous or what?

[Walt knew who Joel was before he got Jeff on the watch. There's nothing he's found since then that would warrant murder by normal standards.]

That's one word for it. Like, putting it mild. Only "jealous" makes it sound like he thinks I'm a person. What he really thinks is I'm something he owns. So what's going through his head is Joel took something that belongs to him.

[And Jesse will be taking another drink of his whiskey now.]

And he has to kill a guy for it? Someone steals something of mine I ask for it back, I don't go murdering for it.

[This will never not be weird to him.]

And Joel's an imPort right? He'll probably come back. Then what?

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