MID Message & Mail

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IC Voice Mail "You've reached Adam Parrish and I probably didn't want to talk right now." Mun Contact • PLURK: poetanarchy

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[heisenbitch]

[ Jesse probably should have guessed that's exactly how Adam would react. He tilts his head at Adam and gives him a look as if to say, 'Seriously? You're not even gonna talk about this so we can sort this out?' Because that's what Jesse was actually hoping to achieve here, somehow. Expect to feel like shit, absolutely, but at least finally be honest with Adam. Clear the air somehow.

Jesse slouches back in the chair with a defeated sigh as Adam starts climbing off the bed. He drops his head back, eyes closing. Jesse Pinkman strikes again; the guy who ruins everything, even when he's trying not to ruin it at all.

This is exactly the kind of thing Mr. White pulled on him sometimes, too: Jesse would try to put something right, try to make amends, and Mr. White would make him feel like shit for it. Dismiss him. Walk the fuck off and leave Jesse feeling like a giant asshole when Jesse was only trying to fix things. Wouldn't give Jesse a chance to explain, or to apologise, or to try to put things right. And goddamn, did Jesse hate it when Mr. White did that. Even if he knew he deserved it, he hated it.

With Adam gone from the room, Jesse remains seated there, eyes now open, staring up at the ceiling. Feeling like a Giant. Asshole. With one more heavy sigh, he slaps his hands onto the armrests and hauls himself up off the chair. He slouches towards the door, muttering snidely under his breath to himself, "Well done, Pinkman. You've really outdone yourself this time," and though it's said in his own voice, he can hear Mr. White's voice in his head uttering those words in contempt at him. ]