[ Walter rolled his eyes after Chilton's remark. Of course. Why would Walt expect there to be a price tag on their sessions? The main reward for the psychiatrist would be satisfying his interest and as soon as that dwindled, so, too, would their meetings. But Chilton proved he would stop at nothing to get what he wanted, and this was what he wanted -- Walter under his grasp. Being here stopped the questions, the stalking, the chances of being cornered in a basement. It stopped Chilton from taking measures both unorthodox and within his legal rights, and also put the man in a close, observable position. This was the best move. On both of their behalves.

But the thing he needed to remember above all else was that Chilton was exceptionally skilled at reading and observing people. The mention of his hat and its significance proved this. It caught Walt off guard. The idle musings and wonderings were spot on. Walt floundered around for a proper way to answer that question, which in and of itself was probably the most telling thing. And after a few seconds of a pause, he sneered in distaste. ]

It's just a hat. God! Do you look for something of meaning in everything? I suppose next you're going to say I chose this particular jacket because I thought wearing the color blue would increase your chances of going along with this.

[ He shook his head like it was the most absurd thing in the world, even laughing it off dismissively. ]

Sometimes, Frederick, things just are. There are no reasonings or logic or hidden motives behind them.