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It is promising, yes. In the meantime, I need to keep working on a way to, um. To get back home. I know this isn't something either of us wants to discuss but I really. I don't know where to begin with this list. I think I've sorted out what everything means but. Well, I wouldn't even know how to approach...anyone. About this. I.

[ He sighs. ]

Do you know how long it took me to even ask my wife out on a date? A simple dinner. Things were so different back then.

[ He needs help, as much as he doesn't want to admit it. Even less does he want to utter those words. ]

[ Of course this fucking conversation is happening. At least it's over voice, so Walt can't see when Jesse screws up his face in a grimace. Gross. Numero fucking uno on the list of things he never, ever wanted to think or talk about. Thank God Mr. White had at least managed to figure out all the unfamiliar terms on his sentence on his own, and isn't demanding Jesse translate.

No, he's just asking about how to find...partners to do it all with. Well, not asking outright maybe, but it's implied so strongly that even Jesse can't miss it. He sighs, pressing a hand over his eyes. ]

Yeah, well, in my experience, the whole approaching someone thing is kinda unnecessary. Things tend to kinda just...happen. Around here.

[ There's a pause. ]

You've been, like, eating the food and stuff, right?

Eating the food.

[ Walter repeats the words to himself under his breath as if he must have misheard. ]

Yes, I've been eating the food, Jesse!

[ Okay, the words maybe come out a little harsher and angrier than he intends. Walter takes a moment to pinch the bridge of his nose, flaring his nostrils to take in a deep breath. Calmaté. ]

I've been...

[ Walter narrows his eyes in thought, trying to be more specific. Jesse probably has a point to all this. He can't possibly think he hasn't been eating this entire time. ]

For a majority of the time, I've been subsisting off of fresh fruit and vegetables. That, and a bit of commissary items. Why?

[ No, he hasn't yet had the pleasure(?) of experiencing the aphrodisiacs here. ]

[ Jesse flinches instinctively at the all-too-familiar, angry tone. Okay, so maybe it had been a stupid question. Of course he's been eating. ]

Yeah, okay, I just meant they put stuff in it sometimes. It makes you super horny. Like you wanna jump whoever you're standing next to, y'know? So...be careful. Or, like, don't, I guess, if you're looking to just...start crossing stuff off your list.

[ Ugh. So gross. Just don't start eating anything dosed while standing next to Jesse, Walt. ]

Oh yeah, and it's in the water sometimes, too.

So be aware of who I'm around before eating or drinking anything. That's just wonderful.

[ Sarcasm, obviously. He's this close to bringing his tray back to his cell every meal, as inconvenient as that may be. The thought of finishing out his sentence sooner is kind of intriguing, but he's not sure he's ready to drug himself just yet. He hasn't yet exhausted every other avenue of escape. ]

I take it you say this from experience.

[ It's not a thought he wants in his head, a grimace forming on his face as soon as the words leave his lips. ]

In the bathhouse, too. And if it rains. Specially if it's purple.

[ He hears that sarcasm and is choosing to ignore it. This isn't a joke. Jesse himself has been caught out too many times not to take the possibility seriously. Even if, by now, getting aphroed and finding himself fumbling urgently with a stranger's (or friend's) belt isn't that big a deal to him.

It would be to Mr. White, though, he knows. So he's just trying to help him out here, give him the heads-up. At Walt's question, though, all he can do is scoff in disbelief. He can't actually be asking that, can he? ]

Uh, you seriously want an answer to that, yo?

[ Because obviously he is. Mr. White and his big brain should definitely be able to figure that one out. ]

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