[ Jesse just shakes his head. He fucking wishes he was high. The worst bender he'd ever had wasn't as bad as this. There's thinking you're gonna die and there's knowing you're gonna die, that there's an actual literal price on your goddamn head.
Put there by Mr. White. Mr. White. Jesus. He shakes his head again, trying to focus. ]
No one, yeah, yeah.
[ That's the whole reason he'd called Daryl, right? Because nobody knows him. Nobody knows to follow him. ]
Listen, man. You gotta get me out of here. We gotta go. You got a truck? [ He glances out the window, already halfway to his feet, scanning the parking lot for the beat-up truck he remembers, the one they'd had to practically shove Merle into the last time he'd had to call Daryl. If he never has to deal with a wasted Merle Dixon again, it'll be too soon. ] Where's your truck?
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Put there by Mr. White. Mr. White. Jesus. He shakes his head again, trying to focus. ]
No one, yeah, yeah.
[ That's the whole reason he'd called Daryl, right? Because nobody knows him. Nobody knows to follow him. ]
Listen, man. You gotta get me out of here. We gotta go. You got a truck? [ He glances out the window, already halfway to his feet, scanning the parking lot for the beat-up truck he remembers, the one they'd had to practically shove Merle into the last time he'd had to call Daryl. If he never has to deal with a wasted Merle Dixon again, it'll be too soon. ] Where's your truck?