[It was cutting, how Walt phrased it. You can stay a little longer, which carved the illusion of choice out from cloistered bone. Free will dangled in front of him, as if Chilton wasn't embroiled in a collection of control compulsions. As if Chilton had the ability to easily leave, now that Walt had torn up the map.
The psychiatrist stared at Walt, briefly, before recovering his composure and offering a slight smile.]
Guess I'll be having some tea, after all.
[He was to remain here until Walt decreed otherwise. Later, with the breadth of hours between then and now, Chilton would reflect upon this session with a critically analytical eye -- in the log run, this was ideal behavior exhibited from Walt, all according to the agenda. But the more immediate run?
In the short run, Chilton had to play by the chemist's rules.]
no subject
The psychiatrist stared at Walt, briefly, before recovering his composure and offering a slight smile.]
Guess I'll be having some tea, after all.
[He was to remain here until Walt decreed otherwise. Later, with the breadth of hours between then and now, Chilton would reflect upon this session with a critically analytical eye -- in the log run, this was ideal behavior exhibited from Walt, all according to the agenda. But the more immediate run?
In the short run, Chilton had to play by the chemist's rules.]