[ Walt gave Chilton a look after he said he needed psychiatric help. Was he serious right now? But he didn't comment any further, dangling his hands over his knees. He let Chilton's words linger for a moment, listening to the soft swell of music before he glanced up again. ]
I'll have that glass of bourbon now.
[ And it was really only a means of stalling while his mind worked over the details. It wouldn't be outlandish for Walt to enter another 'fugue state.' But Chilton drove a nail in that coffin by telling him the facility was only out patient. And Walt supposed that was why Chilton had his special little torture basement set up. If Walt went through the steps to become involuntarily committed, he wouldn't only lose his freedom and possibly his status as a REGISTERED imPort, but he also wouldn't have Chilton as a man on the inside.
Walt hung his head, rubbing his face repeatedly with his hands. ]
I thought by telling Hank what happened, he could talk you into leaving me alone prior to the incident in your basement. I thought he could convince you I wasn't worth your time. Too little, too late. And now that I got a taste for your special brand of treatment, my opinion has changed. You're dangerous, ruthless, and clever. And I would rather have you on my side than against me. The same is true with Dr. Crane.
[ And then there was that one point Walt couldn't let go: ]
But psychiatric help? Are you kidding me? I am awake. For the first time in my life, Chilton, I've taken charge and decided to make my own choices. If that is labeled as needing psychiatric help, then I'll tell you where you can shove those opinions.
[ Walt looked up at the good doctor and parole officer -- a model citizen through and through. Oh how a restraining order would blemish that pristine image. And Walt didn't really care about that -- except it shined an unfortunate spotlight on their relationship. It connected them in the system. ]
You really don't have any ideas how to counter this?
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[ Walt gave Chilton a look after he said he needed psychiatric help. Was he serious right now? But he didn't comment any further, dangling his hands over his knees. He let Chilton's words linger for a moment, listening to the soft swell of music before he glanced up again. ]
I'll have that glass of bourbon now.
[ And it was really only a means of stalling while his mind worked over the details. It wouldn't be outlandish for Walt to enter another 'fugue state.' But Chilton drove a nail in that coffin by telling him the facility was only out patient. And Walt supposed that was why Chilton had his special little torture basement set up. If Walt went through the steps to become involuntarily committed, he wouldn't only lose his freedom and possibly his status as a REGISTERED imPort, but he also wouldn't have Chilton as a man on the inside.
Walt hung his head, rubbing his face repeatedly with his hands. ]
I thought by telling Hank what happened, he could talk you into leaving me alone prior to the incident in your basement. I thought he could convince you I wasn't worth your time. Too little, too late. And now that I got a taste for your special brand of treatment, my opinion has changed. You're dangerous, ruthless, and clever. And I would rather have you on my side than against me. The same is true with Dr. Crane.
[ And then there was that one point Walt couldn't let go: ]
But psychiatric help? Are you kidding me? I am awake. For the first time in my life, Chilton, I've taken charge and decided to make my own choices. If that is labeled as needing psychiatric help, then I'll tell you where you can shove those opinions.
[ Walt looked up at the good doctor and parole officer -- a model citizen through and through. Oh how a restraining order would blemish that pristine image. And Walt didn't really care about that -- except it shined an unfortunate spotlight on their relationship. It connected them in the system. ]
You really don't have any ideas how to counter this?