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When Jesse had seen the letter in the mail, he'd considered throwing it out without opening it. It probably would have been the smart thing to do- but he would have had to at least shred it, God only knows what information she might have put in there. But the curiosity would have killed him. And so he'd opened the letter from Skyler on his break and read it, and had gotten as angry as he could remember being in months. She might have pitied him when they first met, but it was obvious she did now- just for way different reasons. The thought of going home and looking at Mr. White after thinking about the shit in that letter was unbearable at first, and so he'd done something he hadn't done for a while. He'd gone to a bar, and taken the bus home. Once the bartender had kicked him out.

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Walt had barely noticed the time- he'd been busy trying to set up all his materials for the gem synthesis, but when he did he realized that Jesse was a little late. It wasn't something new, and he wasn't very late, so Walt didn't let himself get worried just yet. He stretched, arching his arms up over his head, then headed back into the living room to wait. Maybe the television could help pass the time.