[ Walt tensed, glancing over his shoulder at Chilton. He evoked Chilton's anger and a part of him was glad. But the other part felt like he had seen this scene play out before. And although Walt was the one to kick Chilton out of his cabin, he felt his stomach sink.

Walt watched Chilton go and narrowed his eyes in resolve. No. Chilton deserved it. Trying to treat him the way Crane treated him, to look down on him, to evade talking about things with Crane, to deny him anything other than a doctor/patient relationship. He turned back to his dish water, glared at it for a minute or two before he swore to himself. Leaving the water behind, he wiped his hands on his shirt, rushing after the psychiatrist. ]

Chilton. Wait.

[ This was just like watching Jesse leave. This was just like Crane. He couldn't just let Chilton walk away. Even though he should have. Even though he thought it was what he wanted. ]

Yes. You upset me. [ He confessed, jogging from the steps to the psychiatrist to try and close the gap. ]

Because I don't think you understand the weight of the things I've done here tonight.

[ He looked back at the cabin and then back to Chilton. ]

I don't think you understand that what I'm offering to you isn't just poisons, or seeing this cabin, or psychoanalyzing me. What I'm offering you is the very thing Crane refused. And if you deny that for me, too...

[ Walt's brows furrowed and he glanced off to the side. ]

I don't have anyone here. Not my family. Not Jesse or Hank, because all either of them are is ghosts from my past -- a reminder of the things I ruined. I don't...

[ He reached out, his hand resting on Chilton's shoulder, trying to anchor him to the damn property. ]

I can't lose you, too. This isn't how I wanted things to go.