[Jesse's not as suspicious of the invitation as he might have been a month ago. Weeks and weeks have gone by and Mr. White hasn't made a single move. He would've done it by now if he wanted to, wouldn't he? Jesse certainly hasn't done anything to provoke him.
Still, he's not happy about it. In another life, he wanted nothing more than a chance to sit down at a bar with his friend and have a relaxing evening that didn't involve plotting murder. But he hasn't been able to return to that place within himself. He wants to - very badly - but even with Mr. White doing all the right things, there's still that barrier. That feeling that makes Jesse drag his feet and force himself to smile because he can't feel the way he used to. When he walks into the bar and slaps Walt on the shoulder and settles onto a bar stool beside him, it's all a deception.]
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Still, he's not happy about it. In another life, he wanted nothing more than a chance to sit down at a bar with his friend and have a relaxing evening that didn't involve plotting murder. But he hasn't been able to return to that place within himself. He wants to - very badly - but even with Mr. White doing all the right things, there's still that barrier. That feeling that makes Jesse drag his feet and force himself to smile because he can't feel the way he used to. When he walks into the bar and slaps Walt on the shoulder and settles onto a bar stool beside him, it's all a deception.]
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