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[5055034455]

Um.

[Mike.

Bro.

Buddy.

Don't make him talk about this.

Saul glances down toward the table, idly poking at its surface.]

Getting thrown into the middle of a war zone kinda made me, y'know, rethink my priorities a little.

[fullmeasure]

[I thought you missed me, bro!!]

I would think so.

[5055034455]

[SHUT UP

tsuntsuntsun]

Yeah. In the end, I realized Jesse deserved a hundred times better than what he was getting, and I knew I could help him out, so...

[fullmeasure]

[this is what you get for being a smug little bastard earlier!!]

So?

[5055034455]

So that's what I'm doing.

[Trying to do, at least.]

[fullmeasure]

[he gives Saul a long look, then nods. He probably could say a lot more about it, but really, there's only one thing that would sum it all up]

Good.

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[SENPAI APPROVES??

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And what I said about the three of us working together to support Skyler, that goes double for you and me in regards to the kid. It doesn't take much to throw him off-kilter.

[fullmeasure]

Yeah, I know. [Jesse off-kilter was what had Gus making Mike work with him in the first place] I've seen his destructive streak before. I'll keep an eye on him.

[Mike takes a long drink of his coffee, once again wishing it was something a lot stronger]

About Skyler, though - just how are we going to go about having this nice little talk with her? I've got a feeling she's going to ask a lot of questions we don't want to answer.

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[Saul could mention he has a bit of the stronger stuff back in his suitcase, but getting drunk with Mike isn't really up there on his to-do list. So he just looks at his hands, fidgeting during the silence.

Then:] You think? It sounds a lot like she knows everything already.

[fullmeasure]

And how do you figure that, Saul?

[5055034455]

Well, if Schrader tried to get her to give up details to the cops, I'm sure he spared no effort in telling her everything he knew. I'd bet any amount of money that the puzzle pieces came together real fast after that, for him. What I can't figure out is what she meant when she said a book is what tipped him off. You know anything about a book?

[fullmeasure]

A book? [Mike frowns, racking his memory] Do you know what kind of book?

[5055034455]

She didn't say.

[fullmeasure]

I know Shrader had Boetticher's lab notes, but . . . [Mike shakes his head]

[5055034455]

Yeah, but that's not enough. No way Boetticher would've been that stupid. What're you anticipating here? As far as her curiosity is concerned, I mean.

[fullmeasure]

I don't know. [and that just makes Mike frown deeper] Maybe I'm over-thinking it, but I don't want to just assume she knows everything, either.

[5055034455]

Okay, well when I say "everything," I obviously don't mean everything, but... as far as we're concerned? I think we can just frame everything through Walter's shit. It wouldn't be a lie.

[fullmeasure]

No, it wouldn't. And Walter has a lot of shit to frame through.

[5055034455]

Well, there you go.

[fullmeasure]

I'll leave most of the talking to you, then. [because lawyers and framing shit go hand in hand, right?]

[5055034455]

[A moment of hesitation, then:] Okay, yeah. Sure.

[fullmeasure]

[Mike raises an eyebrow]

Most of it, Saul, not all. I'm pretty sure I'm going to have to explain how I know Walter a little better than what I've told her already.

[5055034455]

Ah, yeah. That... yeah.

[He looks off to the side again, frowning thoughtfully.]

[fullmeasure]

What?

[5055034455]

I'm just trying to figure out how much she needs to know.

[Because Saul is of the opinion that it sure as hell isn't everything.]