[ Tuco's dead. Dead and gone and it hadn't even been him and Mr. White who had done it, in the end. Fucking DEA, saving their asses without even knowing it. It seems too good to be true, almost.
And maybe it is. Jesse had thought they were finally safe, with both him and Krazy-8 gone, with Tuco's goddamn right-hand men as dead as he is. No one else to recognize them, no one to carry on the grudge or try to kidnap them and bring them to fucking Mexico or anything else. He can finally breathe, can finally walk around without being scared that someone's gonna yank him into an alley and shove a gun in his mouth. He even goes out to get some food. A little celebration.
And then who should walk into the restaurant but fucking Nacho.
Jesse doesn't know him at all, really. Doesn't know anything about him except his association with Tuco, and that's enough. He shoots to his feet, but there's one door and Nacho's between him and it. Fuck it. Better to die running than sit here and let himself get caught. He dashes for the door, dodging tables, but Nacho moves at the last minute and Jesse crashes right into him, and the glass door shatters as they both go flying through it. ]
Fuck - shit - fuck -
[ He tries to stand, trips on his oversized jeans and ends up right back on his ass again. There's glass everywhere, cuts all over both of them, and holy shit, if Nacho has a gun he's dead right now. He acts first, trying to pin him or frisk him for a gun or maybe just stun him long enough that he can get away. ]
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And maybe it is. Jesse had thought they were finally safe, with both him and Krazy-8 gone, with Tuco's goddamn right-hand men as dead as he is. No one else to recognize them, no one to carry on the grudge or try to kidnap them and bring them to fucking Mexico or anything else. He can finally breathe, can finally walk around without being scared that someone's gonna yank him into an alley and shove a gun in his mouth. He even goes out to get some food. A little celebration.
And then who should walk into the restaurant but fucking Nacho.
Jesse doesn't know him at all, really. Doesn't know anything about him except his association with Tuco, and that's enough. He shoots to his feet, but there's one door and Nacho's between him and it. Fuck it. Better to die running than sit here and let himself get caught. He dashes for the door, dodging tables, but Nacho moves at the last minute and Jesse crashes right into him, and the glass door shatters as they both go flying through it. ]
Fuck - shit - fuck -
[ He tries to stand, trips on his oversized jeans and ends up right back on his ass again. There's glass everywhere, cuts all over both of them, and holy shit, if Nacho has a gun he's dead right now. He acts first, trying to pin him or frisk him for a gun or maybe just stun him long enough that he can get away. ]