Chilton, you had a far more direct hand in what happened, so let's not try to play innocent. Innocent is unbecoming of you.
[ And the barrier was breached, fingers slowly invading unfamiliar territory. He could feel Chilton, the warmth and strain against his undergarments. It was pleasing to know he caused such a chemical reaction without a single chemical being administered.
Things with Jesse had been chaotic. Walt enjoyed it, of course, if only because it had been so long since he was intimate -- but it wasn't how he wanted it. This was his chance to take back some of that control. Because what was Chilton if not the source of this mess? ]
You were the reason Jesse ever found out about me drugging him. And ever since then, things haven't been the same. If you had just left me alone, things with me and Jesse would be fine right now.
But you can't leave me alone, can you? I'm your obsession. I complete you. Allow me a moment to psychoanalyze you -- and you don't have to talk. As a matter of fact, I'd prefer it if you didn't.
[ Which was when the exploration on the outskirts of Chilton's briefs ceased and the exact moment his hand dipped in for a little skin to skin contact of a different sort, fairly certain that this alone would keep Chilton from speaking. ]
The reason you want me around so badly, the reason why you feel like you have to capitalize off of my legacy is because I represent everything you wish you could be. You wish you had the guts... [ He flashed a knowing smirk at Chilton, letting that linger for a few seconds before continuing on. ] ...to be like me. To live life on your own terms. To do something monumental. Something worthwhile. Something that people will talk about and remember for ages to come. What will be your legacy, Chilton? The guy who writes books about guys like me? You have the ability to craft and mold people's personalities like masterpieces. And yet, you will never get the credit for it that you deserve.
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[ And the barrier was breached, fingers slowly invading unfamiliar territory. He could feel Chilton, the warmth and strain against his undergarments. It was pleasing to know he caused such a chemical reaction without a single chemical being administered.
Things with Jesse had been chaotic. Walt enjoyed it, of course, if only because it had been so long since he was intimate -- but it wasn't how he wanted it. This was his chance to take back some of that control. Because what was Chilton if not the source of this mess? ]
You were the reason Jesse ever found out about me drugging him. And ever since then, things haven't been the same. If you had just left me alone, things with me and Jesse would be fine right now.
But you can't leave me alone, can you? I'm your obsession. I complete you. Allow me a moment to psychoanalyze you -- and you don't have to talk. As a matter of fact, I'd prefer it if you didn't.
[ Which was when the exploration on the outskirts of Chilton's briefs ceased and the exact moment his hand dipped in for a little skin to skin contact of a different sort, fairly certain that this alone would keep Chilton from speaking. ]
The reason you want me around so badly, the reason why you feel like you have to capitalize off of my legacy is because I represent everything you wish you could be. You wish you had the guts... [ He flashed a knowing smirk at Chilton, letting that linger for a few seconds before continuing on. ] ...to be like me. To live life on your own terms. To do something monumental. Something worthwhile. Something that people will talk about and remember for ages to come. What will be your legacy, Chilton? The guy who writes books about guys like me? You have the ability to craft and mold people's personalities like masterpieces. And yet, you will never get the credit for it that you deserve.
Is that really a satisfying life?