He wouldn't bring anyone here, Chilton. This is our place. He knows better than to bring someone from the outside into our world.
[ Unlike Walt who brought the very man who inspired the purchase of this safe house. He flashed a glance over at the psychiatrist before nodding. ]
Yes. He picked it out and purchased it. He knows exactly what's needed and he does it. I can trust him with that.
[ And Walt got out of the car, pulling the gate open manually before getting back in and driving through. He got out again to close it behind himself, and finally returned so they could park closer to the cabin. ]
I have to get the generator started. It'll only take a moment.
[ He got out and went to the side of the house, filling the tank with gasoline before pulling the ripcord. The motor revved and the generator kicked on seconds later, powering up the place. Walt returned to Chilton, nodding for him to follow as he went up to the door and unlocked it.
Walt's attention immediately landed on the patch of dried blood that discolored the wood floor near the entrance. His suicide attempt where Jesse took on the injury. They both bled a great deal and neither of them rushed to clean it right away, thus leaving behind its mark even after they took care of the worst of it.
Walt looked away, hoping not to draw attention to it. ]
Welcome to my place. Make yourself at home. Do you want a cup of tea? Or do you want me to cut straight to it and give you your presents first?
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[ Unlike Walt who brought the very man who inspired the purchase of this safe house. He flashed a glance over at the psychiatrist before nodding. ]
Yes. He picked it out and purchased it. He knows exactly what's needed and he does it. I can trust him with that.
[ And Walt got out of the car, pulling the gate open manually before getting back in and driving through. He got out again to close it behind himself, and finally returned so they could park closer to the cabin. ]
I have to get the generator started. It'll only take a moment.
[ He got out and went to the side of the house, filling the tank with gasoline before pulling the ripcord. The motor revved and the generator kicked on seconds later, powering up the place. Walt returned to Chilton, nodding for him to follow as he went up to the door and unlocked it.
Walt's attention immediately landed on the patch of dried blood that discolored the wood floor near the entrance. His suicide attempt where Jesse took on the injury. They both bled a great deal and neither of them rushed to clean it right away, thus leaving behind its mark even after they took care of the worst of it.
Walt looked away, hoping not to draw attention to it. ]
Welcome to my place. Make yourself at home. Do you want a cup of tea? Or do you want me to cut straight to it and give you your presents first?