[He's waiting for something, but it's not an apology. Or a hug. Or anything he can identify, really; it's a weird feeling in his gut that comes and goes, usually only when Jesse's around. And usually only when they're at each others' throats.
Saul bites his lip, expression briefly turning into a pensive scowl before it softens again.]
no subject
Saul bites his lip, expression briefly turning into a pensive scowl before it softens again.]
Can I ask you something?