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Under federal law, I required his consent for all non-medical and non-emergency chemical injections. Eighth Amendment.

[Which was why Chilton's unorthodoxy blossomed outside of federal institutions. Less oversight, more experimentation.]

Treat you like a human being. [He mused on that, almost mockingly.] And when aren't you acting bestial, Walt? When you're dosing me with dopamine? When you're attempting to sabotage me in conjunction with other former patients? When you're pretending to poison me?

If you don't have what it takes to qualify as a human, Walt, then aim for something better than humanity. You're already a better chemist than Crane, sure -- but is that really enough? Are you so complacent?

Chilton...

[ Exasperation sounded in his voice. Walt crammed another damn quarter in the phone. ]

Everything you've just said has been in response to things you have done against me. Ways you have wronged me. You bite and I bite back worse. You prod and I rip your arm off. The more you cage me, the more aggressive I become.

You have a problem. And that problem is called not taking responsibility for your actions. Where we are right now? That's all because of you.

[ Walt also had the same problem of not being able to take responsibility for his actions. ]

But even despite that. Not once have I moved against you since our fight. Nor is it in my plans. This phonecall is just it, my only move -- we either continue our therapy or we part ways, no hard feelings.

[Chilton knew it was useless to demonstrate the hypocrisy that Walt wove. He knew it to be a futile argument, a wormhole leading to more spiraled arguments and nothing more. So instead he asked:] And you've taken it upon yourself to punish me? To what, teach me responsibility? Are you to discipline a disciplinarian?

[Framed in the wording of a power game. A paternal power game, even.]

Contacting Will is a move against me. [And Chilton did not doubt that Walt had instigated other moves; the man was hasty and rash, and Chilton had already underestimated him once. That wasn't going to happen again.] Regardless of how you try to redefine "move" when it's applied from you to me.

Why do you want to resume treatment, Walter? Honestly. You don't like psychiatric help. You aren't seeing me for your health, it seems.

[The real underpinning question: was this Lucifer's influence, or not?]

[ What the hell was he doing?! That tone of voice. Walt bristled and took a deep breath, letting it go. One. Two. Three. Release. ]

If it was a move against you, then it was one that put myself at risk also. He's police. He's close to Hank. I needed to talk to someone and clearly YOU were out of the question. That is the reason I went to him. That's it. You always told me he could empathize and maybe that was what I needed.

[ Seriously. Whatever lover's quarrel was going on between Chilton and Will was their business. Walt had just needed companionship and reassurance.

And the second question gave him pause. To get revenge was the appropriate response, but. ]

Because I'm over it. It was a few days ago, and I've moved on.

[ Nope. Not Lucifer. Just Walt and his impulsive emotions again. A+ overreaction, bro. Enjoy that contract. ]

You had overreacted, you know. These explosive furies you're prone to... I want to start treatment for Borderline Personality Disorder.

[Which meant that Chilton would accept Walter back as a patient. He considered the volatility of BPD -- Karla Sofen had been a sufferer, as well, and her emotional outbursts and need to control her relationships were rather paralleled to Walt's behavioral habit. The difference being that Walter didn't seem to care as much about his public persona as Karla had -- an appreciation that Chilton knew she had agonized to learn.

Perhaps that same painful lesson could be unleashed upon Walt, as well.]

Friday, in the morning?

You threatened to expose me to the world. To Hank. How the hell did you expect me to react? And Jesus Christ -- you're giving this a name?

[ But whatever. Fine. He was in. And that was all that mattered. ]

Morning? Our appointments were typically in the evening. I do have my jobs to work around. I'm not just available whenever suits you.

[ Difficult for the sake of being difficult. It was back to normal. ]

You threatened to ruin my work. Fair is fair, Walter. Whatever you serve me, I promise to make you a meal out of it. Again and again.

[But soon his dark tone lifted -- his response was spoken with a smirk.]

I've already found someone to take your prior scheduled slot. Mornings are open, or we can move you to Wednesday evenings.

You started talking about our business to that woman!

[ Walt scowled. That pesky need for control rearing its ugly head. Walter was a creature of routine, having spent more time on a certain schedule than off of one. Work. Xaviers. Meth cooking. It all had its place. And now Chilton was forcing him to either change the time or the day of their appointments? Nope. Wasn't happening. ]

Then cancel their slot. I can't do either. I won't be back in town until Friday afternoon. And if that can't be changed, then sorry. I'm afraid we won't be able to meet.

What woman would that be?

[Chilton asked, genuinely confused. He was a man who, upon sheer majestic circumstance, had more a history of girlfriends than friends who were women -- at least, when outside of Baltimore. He had female patients, yes, and that sometimes overlapped with friends; April, for example. He had female acquaintances, like Bela, though he didn't talk shop with her. And then, professionally --]

The Major General. I forgot she was a woman, but that is an accurate summary. Yes, well, don't ever disparage me before someone I work with, and I won't bring up your name in such a manner.

-- Where are you, exactly? [No promises on canceling.]

[ Leave it to Chilton to be insulting here. But Walt couldn't truly appreciate the comedy in the comment because all of a sudden came that question. A question that caused Walt to react with sudden suspicion. ]

Why do you need to know that?

[ Who was he going to send? Had this not been tied up quite so neatly? Did Chilton intend on sending spies his way? ]

I need to know where my patients are, Walter. Especially if you expect me to move around one scheduled appointment.

No. You don't.

[ Short and clipped. ]

Either you move around your appointment -- or I move it around for you. So think about the value of the patient you have filling my slot for a minute there, Chilton. Think about if you really want to lose them for good. And you know what? I bet there is no patient in the slot at all. You're probably just bluffing. It's not like you're that much in demand.

I am, actually, in that much demand. But you really don't know much about me, do you?

[He had wanted to move April from Saturday to Friday evening, and thus liberate his weekend for Raina. Chilton clenched and unclenched his jaw, questioning how Walt could even discover who usurped his old spot -- it seemed so unlikely, it wasn't like the man still had Abduxel.

But Chilton measured the risk. He considered how Walt had surprised him before, how Walt could use new angles -- like dopamine -- in ways more horrifying than sheer violence. Chilton took a deep breath --]

All right. I'll move it. Your old hour, fine, you can reclaim it. Are we settled?

[ Walt let out a laugh at Chilton's comment about not knowing much about him. A scoffing laugh, because Chilton sure would be surprised to know just how much Walt knew, wouldn't he? It was tempting to release the name Alana Bloom right then and there -- but no. He needed to save it. If it was to be a weapon, if Crane believed it to be some kind of weapon, that would have its use someday.

But after getting his way, Walt smiled -- appeased. ]

Yeah. We're settled. Friday. 7pm. I'm looking forward to it.

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hahaha oh my god chilton.

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