[Lisbeth's mouth curls into a slight smile briefly when she sees Nill, but it disappears when she doesn't return it. She takes her cigarette pack out of her pocket and immediately offers the first cigarette to Nill.]
[Sleeping? Now? Then again, whenever Walter White left, Jesse probably wasn't taking it well. It wasn't like she had any way of knowing that anymore, though. And she had never enjoyed what little time she spent in the head of Jesse Pinkman.]
No. It's fine.
[She holds her cigarette between her fingers for a moment, and then takes a long drag to finish it off.]
[Lisbeth regrets being so aggressive, but she was just so mad. She wasn't sure at what or with whom she was mad, but she was just agitated by everything going on at home. But Nill hadn't been in the apartment for a really long time.
After Nill finishes her cigarette, she begins to walk back towards her apartment.]
[It seems like Lisbeth has an unfortunate situation of her own going on. Nill doesn't question it though, and instead follows along beside Lisbeth quietly. It isn't until they actually get inside the housing building again that she actually says anything.]
[Lisbeth wants to shirk away from home as the topic of conversation, but her thoughts would betray her. Instead of pushing it aside, she shifts her shoulders to pull her jacket closer to her.]
[It was mean, but all three of them had a history together so one could usually assume what the problem was.]
He's been more paranoid as usual. He's using again and I just--
[She sighs. Had enough of it? It pushes her to the brink when he starts telling her not to eat the food in front of her because of some obsession with everything being poisoned.]
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Rough day?
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[Nill takes the cigarette gratefully though, and pulls her own lighter out to light it immediately. She inhales quickly.]
I noticed Walter White is gone.
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Good fucking riddance, but I didn't even know until I got shitfaced with Saul at some party last week.
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I'm glad.
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Glad that I got shitfaced with Saul? [Lisbeth scoffed.] I can't believe it happened.
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[Though, you know... whatever works.]
How many packs do you have?
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[She pauses.]
Are you okay?
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[It's a lie, but a good one. She's doing her best not to think about much right now, and the cigarettes help.
But up until now she was only smoking once or twice a week.]
Can I have a pack? I smoked my last cigarette last night.
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You can take two if you want. They're back at the apartment.
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[Though...]
Could you bring them to my place? I don't think Jesse wants me there.
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So? I live there too so if I want to invite you over, I'll invite you over. Besides, he's sleeping.
[She bites her bottom lip slightly, her voice lowering.]
But if you'd feel more comfortable at your place, then I can do that.
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No. It's fine.
[She holds her cigarette between her fingers for a moment, and then takes a long drag to finish it off.]
Let's go.
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After Nill finishes her cigarette, she begins to walk back towards her apartment.]
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Are you okay?
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Just bullshit at home. The usual.
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[Perhaps her automatic blame of Jesse is a bit mean, but really, what else could it be? How functional was he ever recently?]
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He's been more paranoid as usual. He's using again and I just--
[She sighs. Had enough of it? It pushes her to the brink when he starts telling her not to eat the food in front of her because of some obsession with everything being poisoned.]
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[Nill isn't sure of the last time he wasn't using, honestly. She's just fairly sure that it's been a long time since then.]