[He shakes his head rapidly, because there's more to it than that, there has to be. Things were always pretty crazy between them -- the money alone was insane. The money Jane had blackmailed Mr. White for...
This is the most plausible explanation he can think of, and every one after that is worse and worse and worse. And he can't stop thinking of the last three months of his life: of standing there next to him almost every day, getting brought into the lab with him, getting saved by him, killing for him, and him knowing that whole time. Him knowing exactly what he'd done.
It's too much. He practically leaps off the couch, pacing like a cornered animal trying to find a hiding place, hands clenching at his sides and moving up to his face and dropping again. He feels like he's never going to find stillness again. All the meth in the world wouldn't be enough for this.]
[Spam]
This is the most plausible explanation he can think of, and every one after that is worse and worse and worse. And he can't stop thinking of the last three months of his life: of standing there next to him almost every day, getting brought into the lab with him, getting saved by him, killing for him, and him knowing that whole time. Him knowing exactly what he'd done.
It's too much. He practically leaps off the couch, pacing like a cornered animal trying to find a hiding place, hands clenching at his sides and moving up to his face and dropping again. He feels like he's never going to find stillness again. All the meth in the world wouldn't be enough for this.]
He knew. You knew!!