[ Walt glanced over his shoulder at Chilton after his refusal. And Walt immediately knew it was borne out of a concern that Walt himself would bring him harm. Chilton didn't trust him either. Not that he should, but it still bothered him a little. First the refusal to take the poisons and then the refusal to take the tea. It wasn't a partnership. Chilton would only ever see him in the lowered status of patient. A threat. Not the true asset he could be.

He said nothing and then poured his own cup, letting the tea bag stew in the boiling water. ]

I don't have a relationship with Jesse's friends. I don't even know any of them. There's nothing to talk about.

[ He prepped his tea appropriately before joining Chilton in the living room. ]

I don't even think he has any other friends. He told me the ones he had got ported out.

[ Walt eyed the steaming beverage. He seemed a little more subdued, a little down and quietly withdrawn. ]