[ Walt listened when Chilton spoke and didn't outright dismiss his words as garbage or useless for once. That was progress, wasn't it? At least a little bit. But what Chilton was saying about the time now being crucial -- that helped to motivate him. Walter had been so focused on himself and his world going to shit that it was hard to see anything beyond that. Loathe as Walt was to admit it, Chilton was right.

He turned to face him, just so he could make eye contact and perhaps see the manipulation that he knew was there. But he couldn't. It almost seemed like genuine advice. Good advice. But what was the catch? He furrowed his brows and then looked back down at his hands. Regardless of whether or not this was a manipulative ploy on the good doctor's behalf (Walt still had to remember this man attacked and drugged him underneath this building), there was no denying that he was right. Walt had to get control of himself so he wouldn't continue to screw things up and make the ones he loved suspicious. ]

Then maybe I shouldn't be meeting with you behind Hank's back?

[ But it was just a joke. Walt wasn't going to rescind his request/offer. The brief smile that was there faded almost as quickly as it came. ]

Thank you.

[ For not being a dick, was the unspoken. Really, Walt didn't know Chilton had it in him. ]

Is this something you, yourself have experienced? People from your past or future, showing up and making everything seem so....meaningless, confusing, and uncertain?

[ There was a pause and then a probing, but curious question. ]

Are you married, Chilton? Do you have kids?