[He nods even though he disagrees with what she's saying. Walt's guilty, too. Sure. But that doesn't really absolve Jesse of anything.

Anyway, he shouldn't have mentioned it. They don't need to be thinking about him here. Jesse leans in, giving her a persistent smile. No frowning allowed.]

It makes me happy, taking care of you. Maybe none of it's my fault, but I still wanna make it right. Whenever I get you to smile, I feel like... I feel like that's it. I'm doing something good.

But I guess all that really means is... I like you.