[ Walt immediately scowled. He had a feeling the reason Jesse knew about what Walt had done to him was because of Chilton. And that meant Chilton also knew -- and that made Walt suddenly paranoid. What else did he know. Did he know about Brock? Did he know it would be the catalyst that turned Jesse against him fully?

He took a step forward, grabbed a fist full of Chilton's suit and pinned him against the wall or bookcase -- whatever was closest to their proximity. ]

You don't know anything!

[ Realizing what he was doing -- how he was rising to the bait, he calmed himself down. It wouldn't do to assault the man in his own office after Walter was the one to sneak in and after he vowed to Hank he would stay away from Frederick Chilton. Walt immediately amended his behavior by letting Chilton go and smoothing his hand over the lapels of his suit. Ignore that outburst. It never happened. ]

This is why you piss me off, you know. You act like you have me all figured out -- but you don't know shit about me. If I pushed the drug back into you, it was to defend myself! You have the nerve to turn this around on me? You have the audacity to call what you did to me treatment?! You should be kissing my feet right now for not turning you in. You should be grateful that the only thing you're getting out of this is a restraining order that I don't even necessarily want to give.

[ Walt walked away from Chilton and didn't bother to let his unrestrained frustration show -- grabbing fistfuls of his hair as he paced away a few steps. ]

I wanted things to be normal here! I thought I had a second chance to live a normal life. But you had to come along and dredge up my past and make me fall into old patterns.

[ He whirled around on Chilton. ]

This is all your fault. All of it.

[ It was so much easier to cast the blame on someone other than himself. ]