[His jaw tightens with frustration, but he forces it to relax. It's not worth arguing about this, right? The guy's gonna figure out what he's in for sooner or later.]

Yeah, man, whatever. I'm sure you're right. And I'm sure there's some magic, like, combination of words that'll convince her that all the killing people is a bad thing, even if every damn thing here says the opposite.

[There's a momentary challenge in his eyes: what would you say? But he moves on quickly before the Doctor can reply, standing up to wander around the console.]

So what'd you want to talk about? Gale, Mr. White. The drugs? Pretty sure John started with the drugs, but I was lit that whole month, so who knows, right?

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Not everything. I assure you, not everyone believes so. I don't and nothing has convinced me otherwise.

[He raises a brow.] I just wanted to touch base at first. The part I want to know about the drugs is if you are off them willingly or because you're unable to procure them. Otherwise I'd prefer to wait for that part of the discussion. At least until the majority of the death tolls are out of the infirmary.

[He shakes his head.] I'm clean for real, yo. Almost four months. [What he doesn't add is that he could easily procure if he wanted to -- and almost did, not all that long ago.] I don't even drink.

Good. [He nods firmly at that.] I'm glad to hear it.

I won't bother you more today unless there's something that you want me to look into.

You're the one that called the meeting, Warden. I'm good. [Sorry, Doctor, he's convinced you're both going to be here for the next million years. Have fun with that!]

I won't presume nothing's been bothering you, but I needed to touch base. If there is, don't hesitate. I would prefer I know before someone is murdered again.

[His first inmate was the Joker. Then an angry goddess. Then another serial killer. All of which killed/try to kill people while he was wardening them.]

[He tries, again, not to react, but he's never been great at self-restraint, and the dual anger and guilt flash across his face before he can stop them. He wants to protest for a second, because he's not a murderer, he's not like that, but--

--fuck it, he is, right? Maybe the guy gets it better than he does. So he swallows the guilt and shakes his head coolly, his voice falling into the blank flatness it's been teasing this whole time.]

I got no plans to. [Not since both him and Richie got wardened up, anyway.] Just keeping my head down, looking after my people, that's all I got in mind.

When this all is taken care of, I'd like a drink in the pub- one that's acceptable. I can check on Mr. White as necessary. [He noticed that flash of expression, and he wonders who it is that Jesse would want to kill. Obviously someone. But he doesn't want to kill, does he?]

[He doesn't; not really. That's never, or always, been the problem, depending on how you look at it.]

Don't worry about Mr. White, I got it. He wouldn't like people he doesn't know messing around in his room. [He snorts, but almost sort of fondly.] And trust me, you do not want to see that guy with a bug up his ass. I mean, it's like detention on speed.

[On the contrary, the Doctor did want to see Mr. White bent out of shape. He was sure at some point he'd say something very necessary to be heard.]

Then let us know if there's any change. [He'll trust you with it, Jesse.]

...Yeah. Will do.

That's it? [He's expecting more of a... confrontation, here. Rehab talk, you don't have to be this way, self-acceptance, some bullshit like that. Not just a two-minute sobriety check, done.]

Unless you want to lend me a much needed hand in the infirmary. I've almost finished here.

Uh, pass, no offense. [The last year and a half has made him much better at dealing with blood and guts, but that doesn't mean he wants to go seeking them out.] I'd better be getting back, anyways.