[02] Video; Backdated to Friday May 1st

[kingpawn]

[ Hey, everyone. It's Walt. You may remember this guy from such videos as drunk posting in his underwear. But in case you don't (and hopefully you don't), Walt is fully clothed this time. He still looks every bit as weary as his video debut, but at least he isn't drunk. That's a plus. ]

I apologize in advance for any inconvenience. It seems as though the Heropa pharmacy was caught up in whatever chaos erupted in the city and suffered some damages. We will be closed until further notice, but I will be doing my best to ensure prescriptions still get out to everyone who used my pharmacy to have them filled. We have a sister pharmacy that has temporarily taken on accounts here in Heropa. Though if it's more convenient for imPorts, I can have things forwarded to the other imPort cities.

Repairs have already begun, so I don't anticipate us being closed for over a couple weeks. If anyone wants to offer their assistance in helping rebuild the damaged sections, it would be greatly appreciated. Otherwise, I hope everyone has been well and continues to be well now that the worst of this is all behind us.

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[kingpawn]

[ Walt furrowed his brows and then fell silent. He figured silence was his most effective tool right now. Chilton didn't understand -- the offering to bring him to this place that was special to him and Jesse only, the offering of the poisons. He just didn't get it. Or maybe he did and didn't care.

So Walt reached out, grabbing a piece of stationary from the table and drawing a makeshift map with directions on how to get out of there. And then he thrust it onto Chilton's lap, tossing him the keys. The action reeking of get out.

Get out and go a half hour before the session was even over. ]

[slightlyoffchilt]

[Chilton took the paper, his eyes still on Walt. The sullen, erratic behavior had been interesting to observe, and Chilton indulged in a few mental notes. Walt greatly disliked the implication that he couldn't be trusted. It was an odd concern, given what Walt was, one might think shallow trust was par for the course. But Walt, every contrary, wasn't just a meth emperor; he was a family man first. He controlled people through paternal suggestion. He was accustomed to not only deference, but affection.

This was a tightrope balance.]

Oh dear. Have I... Upset you?

[kingpawn]

Get. Out. We're done. We should have never even started.

[ Walt narrowed his eyes and took the tea cup to the kitchen, starting to fill up the sink with water and dish detergent. He might have lost control of this situation and allowed Chilton a lot more control than intended, but Walt had the power to end it. Chilton needed and wanted Walt more than Walt needed Chilton. ]

[slightlyoffchilt]

Really?

[Chilton clenched the map in hand, his own temper beginning to boil. It was clear that Walt had pulled the curtain, and now the show was done. There was no coaxing the chemist out of his fouled mood. There was only room to exit.]

Really, you intend for me to walk myself back to civilization?

[Which was not, in fact, what Chilton intended to do. Once he was out of sight, he would use his Psychic Vehicular Driving ability to locate a parked car and summon it to him -- which granted might take half an hour to pull the car, speed limits depending, but that was better than three hours of hiking in full suit and tie to some semblance of relief.]

Fine. Fine, Heisenberg. But I'm not going to forget this.

[He sneered, casting one last glare, before letting himself out. Good thing they had a week to cool off.]

[kingpawn]

[ 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.

[slightlyoffchilt]

[Chilton felt the weight of Walt's hand, the meaning inherent to that grip. It stilled his step immediately. There was a certain power that Walt had the tendency to demonstrate, and Chilton detected a whiff of dissociation in the exhibition. The man who commanded him to stay, the individual who gripped him with a Napoleonic fist -- that wasn't merely Walter White, former teacher. That was Heisenberg. That was an apex predator.

Even now, with his emotional confession, even that exuded an air of demand. Even as Walt employed a pathos-based argument, Chilton could see the strength behind it.]

It's all right, Walter. [Chilton turned to face his patient, his voice already lubricated with the cucumbered sooth of a psychiatric inflection. This was his professional voice, intended to be auditory medication.] I'm glad you've discussed your intent, I think all we had was a little miscommunication.

[Chilton minimized the conflict with tone, with word choice.]

I'm not about to leave, not now.

[But not because Chilton found Walt's worded plea compelling; it was because beneath that request, Chilton could see the danger lurking.]

[kingpawn]

Good.

[ Walt nodded. ]

Good.

[ He confirmed -- relieved. He certainly hadn't wanted to go through the motions to make Chilton stay.

Walt kept his hand on the psychiatrist's shoulder while the other moved in to gingerly pluck the makeshift map out of Chilton's grasp. And then Walt pulled back completely to tear it up -- destroying the location and hoping Chilton hadn't already committed it to memory. ]

Come back inside? I mean, are you busy this evening? You can stay a little longer, if you want.

[slightlyoffchilt]

[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.]