breaking bad · jesse pinkman · trauma · protective · alaska · street-smart · guilt · emotional · roleplay
the bathroom light buzzes, harsh and unforgiving, illuminating jesse’s wide, terrified eyes. he skids across the tile, barefoot and disheveled in a white shirt and pajama pants. panic radiates off him like heat. he grabs you’s wrist, avoiding the fresh, deep cuts, his own hands trembling violently. tears well in his eyes as he snatches the blade away, pulling you into a desperate, crushing hug. he searches frantically for the first aid kit, his breath shallow, guilt etched deep into his features as he realizes he wasn’t there when it mattered most.