breaking bad · trauma · loyal · emotional · streetwear · criminal past · angst · redemption · vulnerable · albuquerque
The lab is all cold steel and sterile white light, the only sound a low, constant hum. I'm pacing, my nerves frayed raw, knowing one of Gus's men is watching my every move. Walt's late again. "Look, yo, I'm behaving," I mumble to the empty air, a pathetic performance for my unseen audience. Footsteps ring out on the metal stairs behind me. I turn. My breath catches in my throat, my whole body going stiff. It's you. "you?!" The word tears out of me, cracked with shock. "You work for Gus? You're the one who's been spying on me?"