08 June 2012 @ 09:46 pm
 
[He can't take his eye off his inmate for too long because that is a very seriously volatile conversation. But he needs to quickly say something.]

This is the Doctor. And if you're out there, and you've travelled with me...

Take care of yourself. Make a better future. I'm going to be somewhere in it, sometime.

[Whether he gets responses or not, this is at least said.]
 
 
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Jesse Pinkman: [1-3] space[personal profile] yeahscience on June 16th, 2012 04:55 pm (UTC)
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[He nods and rests his chin on his knees, childish, even as he thinks back on the conversation that he knows was anything but.]

I... told him I knew, and I said... if he really loved me, he'd turn himself in. [His eyes are damp, but he's not crying anymore, not right now; he just stares at the floor, seeing the last tableaux of the man, partner, father, he'd seared into his memory.]

And he said he'd talk to our lawyer. [He even smiles, a little, at that.] And he told me to be good... and that was it.