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[blowfish]

"Yo, there's no beep on this thing."

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[blowfish]

Why would he not want anyone else to know what he was looking for? Jesse silently picks through the possible explanations and folds his arms over his chest. Normally, after receiving such a blatant tell, he'd back off and let Wade tend to his private business.

It's just that...

Hiding stuff, wanting to keep it secret, desperate to find it when it goes missing to the point of tearing up the room? Red flags for a relapsing addict's behavior.

"Uh huh. So this stuff nobody else can help you find, or know about-- how many glasses do ya think you'll have when you get it back?"

[ishotyouuu]

It's as though all the blood in his body has turned to ice. His heart bounces up somewhere inside his throat, and in a complete reflexive reaction, Wade jerks his head up to look at Jesse and thumps his head a damn good one on the underside of the bed.

"Wha-- ow! Fuck!"

He rises to his feet, clutching his head, where he has no doubt there'll be a pretty nasty goose egg for the next few minutes or so. He can't really fault Jesse for coming to this conclusion-- how could he? Jesse had only recently dragged Wade up from rock bottom, and that sort of addiction didn't just go away within a few days of someone finding out about it. Wade can feel the thirst even now-- faint but monstrously potent, like the first few days before a full-blown attack of the flu. His tongue darts out to lick his lips-- a nervous habit-- as he thinks of the bottle hidden underneath the floorboards; that seductive ambrosia that calls to him even now.

Wade's voice is conciliatory; contrite.

"Listen, I know this looks incredibly sketch right now, but it's not what you think, I swear! I just--"

He breaks off before he can reveal anything more. "There's just... something that I really need to find right now. That's all."

[blowfish]

What a weird role reversal situation for Jesse, stone cold sober and slinging accusations. The only thing preventing him from being in Wade's position is that his poison of choice is no longer available to him.

While he understands, he can't let Wade do this to himself again, not when he just got him back. If that makes him a hypocrite, and a selfish one at that, fuck it. He'll be a selfish hypocrite. He frowns at Wade when he rises up (that thunk on the head had to hurt) and tacks on the same spiel.

"C'mon, man, I used to run this game all the time. Gimme a little credit. You think I don't know exactly what withdrawal feels like?"

A challenging step closer.

"When you do find the last of it, you better toss it."