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[lazyinlove]

Anyone looking to chill? Need to fade a little after all the stress of the last few months? Looking for an herbal remedy?

I can hook you up.

[Hey, man. He needs some new shoes. His are starting to rub on his toes, and he can't exactly ask his mom. It can't hurt to try.]

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[5055034455]

You saw a detached arm?

[Saul frowns, all sympathy. He's glad he missed that part.]

I was sick. I don't remember much. But there's resurrection tech here. You know that, right? If you die and I give your shit away, you're just gonna come back and be pissed.

[lazyinlove]

[He saw a lot of shit he never wanted to see, but just thinking about it makes him shudder, and tug Jesse's shirt tighter around himself to keep the imaginary chill out. No need to elaborate on that, anyway.]

So wait thirty days. C'mon man, you know this stuff. People get lost at sea. We're all in the same boat around here, right?

[5055034455]

Unfortunately.

[Ugh.

This is not a talk he wants to have with Stan.

Or anyone, really, but especially Stan.]

I mean — I guess if you're serious, I can do it. It's not really my field, but...

[lazyinlove]

Me either. I always figured my parents would sort it out.

[5055034455]

Dude, what kind of morbid-ass world do you come from?

[lazyinlove]

[Okay, that actually gets him to crack a smile in spite of the subject.]

You'd have to know Tony.I mean I could've grown up too. It was like 50/50. Maybe 60/40 by now because of the river.

[5055034455]

[Who the fuck is Tony?

And what river??

Saul tilts his head, frowning. Stan mentioned Tony once before, he thinks, but...]

I have no idea what you're talking about.

[lazyinlove]

...Yeah, never mind.

[5055034455]

[Saul's quiet enough that awkward silence falls between them.

Then:]

You shouldn't be thinking that way.

[lazyinlove]

I'll leave it with you. Jesse...I dunno. He's kinda. Got something going on.

[Thought that never mind meant something else, huh? Nope.]

[5055034455]

[DID SOMEONE SAY THE J-WORD?]

"Got something going on"? Like what?

[lazyinlove]

[Okay, that's kind of creepy. And frustrating, Apparently the guy means something else than legal council when he says "lawyer." Stan shoves his hands in his pockets -well, Jesse's pockets, but he'll put the shirt back in a minute- and frowns a little.]

I dunno. Ask him yourself.

[5055034455]

[You know what's even creepier?

How quickly Saul leaves after that. He squints at Stan for a few more seconds, fixing him with a critical sort of look, then turns and heads off, saying over his shoulder:]

I'll give you proper drug-dealing lessons later.

[lazyinlove]

Fuck you too!

[Okay, probably not the most mature response. But he's had it with everyone's shit today. And he really didn't want to have to write the stupid will on his own. Stan kicks some pebbles and stalks off too, possibly to do some research on how to sell drugs. More likely, just to get high and forget about it.]