[ That wasn't necessarily the solution Walt had hoped for. He accepted the glass, taking a sip and falling silent as he listened to Chilton come up with his own terms for their meetings. They would still be in contact. Walt would still get the chance to learn Chilton and all of his quirks. The unfortunate thing was it wouldn't be in the office. He couldn't have the paper trails to follow for further information about Chilton, but he had to take the loss somewhere. The situation wouldn't have escalated to this point if he hadn't gotten involved Hank.

Walt didn't let his eyes leave Chilton when he was in motion, watching him carefully. He was fairly certain the psychiatrist wouldn't risk trying anything here and now, but then again, there was no way to be sure. Walt hadn't exactly anticipated the sedation at his fingertips the first time, either.

Chilton buzzed into his ear and Walt was tempted to swat him away like an irritating fly. Ugh. Flies. ]

What I need right now is for you to move away from me.

[ He turned to face Chilton instead, and when he did there was a very clear and calculated thought written all over his face -- pinched between his eyebrows and wedged in the weathered lines in his skin. It was probably pointless to say it, but regardless, Walt's defensiveness lessened and his voice softened in defeat. ]

You're right, though. There is something I need from you. I need to know what I told you that night. How much do you know about me?

[ What he could still protect and what was exposed. It was unlikely Chilton would tell him. That was the stupid game they played -- the back and forth and the golden carrot Chilton had that he could dangle in front of Walt's face with a shit-eating grin, taunting: I know things about you that you don't know I know~

Walt turned away, looking down at the glass in his hands. ]

I know you know about Jesse.