[He manages to strike on the right thing to say, not the apparently not, but the reminder of those moments when Jesse seems okay. It's what she's clung to during all this, those moments like the one in the clinic where he made her laugh and held her and told her she was a good person.
There's two different Jesse Pinkmans, and she loves one of them, but it can't make up for what he does the rest of the time.
Her shoulders slump, but with defeat instead of relief, and she braces her elbows on her knees as she drops her head into her hands.]
I fell asleep with him. [It's not enough to encompass how awful this feels, but it's the best she can put into words. She trusted Jesse; she knew there was always a risk of him hurting her or killing her, but she genuinely believed he'd never do something like that.] You should have told me.
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There's two different Jesse Pinkmans, and she loves one of them, but it can't make up for what he does the rest of the time.
Her shoulders slump, but with defeat instead of relief, and she braces her elbows on her knees as she drops her head into her hands.]
I fell asleep with him. [It's not enough to encompass how awful this feels, but it's the best she can put into words. She trusted Jesse; she knew there was always a risk of him hurting her or killing her, but she genuinely believed he'd never do something like that.] You should have told me.