[Her eyes look from Jesse to Walt, hands grabbing at the younger man. Her husband is younger. There isn't a hardness, a roughness to him. He isn't trying to play some game. Is this a game? Is he tricking her? How is this even possible.
When Walt tells Jesse he can leave, she shakes her head again.]
Don't leave. [It's decisive. She doesn't know what Walt wants, and even the option of being alone with him isn't something she wants to think about.]
What do you want? [She exhales slowly, lifting her chin up. For as much as she wants to run away and not confront him, no matter what version of Walt this is, she knows she has to stand up. She has to get through this somehow.]
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When Walt tells Jesse he can leave, she shakes her head again.]
Don't leave. [It's decisive. She doesn't know what Walt wants, and even the option of being alone with him isn't something she wants to think about.]
What do you want? [She exhales slowly, lifting her chin up. For as much as she wants to run away and not confront him, no matter what version of Walt this is, she knows she has to stand up. She has to get through this somehow.]