[ If Chilton wanted to play that game, Walt matched him grip for grip -- tense and terse. They separated without incident. No power use here. Chilton didn't know the extent of what Walt could do with his hands, even if he did know that something could be done with them. Walt wanted to keep it that way for a while.

But after the reminder of Easter being right around the corner, Walt frowned. ]

That's right. It's a holiday this weekend.

[ Which reminded him of Skyler and reminded him of Junior and god, Holly would look so beautiful in her little easter dress. He shoved his hand in his pocket and swept his gaze around the office one final time. ]

It's a shame. I think I could've gotten used to meeting here. [ He moved toward the door, tapping one of the picture frames idly. ] It's definitely preferable to the bloody cage. More inviting.

[ He looked at Chilton one final time. ]

You'll bring my things with you to the motel, won't you? [ Especially the hat. ]