For T.J.

Jesse doesn't notice the duffel bags when he steps outside for a smoke that morning. He's got other shit on his mind, and who would even think to look down at the doorstep for something like that anyway?

He walks past them again when he goes out to buy beer. He texted T.J earlier to see if he wanted to come hang out and maybe have a beer and watch some TV, only to realize that he was actually out of beer, like some kind of idiot. His TV's still shitty and small because he's pretty broke, but the least he can do is have something decent to drink.

It's when he gets back that Jesse finally looks down at the bags, confused as to why they're just sitting there. He walks into his apartment and leaves the door open, setting a couple of six packs from the store on the counter before he goes back out to look into it.

"Hey yo, anybody leave their bags here?" he asks the empty corridor, as he kneels next to one of them, pulling back the zipper.

He quiets though, when he sees it's full of cash. A shitload of cash, actually. Hundreds in bundles, just... sitting in front of his apartment. It's not but a second before he decides to drag all of it inside. Maybe it's something someone's left there, but either way, he figures it'll be safer if it's not just out in the freaking hallway.

Jesus, it's even too much to count. It's gotta be like... over a million bucks.

And then it clicks. Except there's no way for him to have this money right now unless Mister White is there somewhere. Unless he showed up in Darrow will all the cash from the methlyamine heist just in his hands.

He stands and leaves the open bags on the floor of his apartment, then walks to look out of his front door, like he'll somehow see his former partner out there waiting to be invited in. Like he'll be waiting to apologize for being a douchebag and not giving Jesse the five million in the first place.

"...Mister White?" he calls.

For Andrea

He goes to find her at work instead of at her apartment, because he figures it's probably better if Clementine's not around. Not that he thinks there's anything shady about all of this, but Jesse just thinks it'll go down better this way.

And something like this isn't even about to become a regular thing, but suddenly he misses having Saul around to do this kind of stuff.

It's weird though, walking into a gun store, if only because he's never actually bought one legally. It was usually shady hand-offs for untraceable guns for Jesse, and he only ever did it a few times. And even though he knows he hasn't done anything wrong, Jesse's still got 100 G's wrapped up in a paper bag in his jacket pocket, so he feels like somebody's gonna bust him for something anyway. You know, just for the hell of it.

He starts looking at a display, his hands stuffed into his pockets, and waits for Andrea to turn up.