[ Walt gave Chilton a look and then paused to order his drink -- a shot glass of scotch. He didn't intend on getting drunk here, considering what just transpired after a night of drinking. But Walt hadn't slept at all the night before and he had barely eaten anything, having been too nauseous -- whether that was because of what happened with Jesse or the hangover, who knew. But either way, it probably wouldn't take much for him to feel the effects now, even though he only planned on having a couple drinks. ]

I'm sure you know the answer to that, Chilton. Don't pretend you don't know every single person I interact with and for how long, and what was said during the conversations. You are obsessed with me, after all.

[ He settled beside the other man with the glass hugged in his palms. ]

It wasn't so much intrigue, by the way. I hated you then just like I do now. But there's something comforting in hating you. I understand it. I'm sure it's why no matter what happens between us, we always seem to find our way back to this point.