You beeped your horn outside the White household and once you saw Walt, you waved to him. He shifted his crutches and opened your passenger door. He huffed under his breath without saying a word as you started up the car.

“Mornin’ to you too—“

You spoke groggily, beginning to drive.

“It’s my m-mom. She’s being a b-bitch again.”

He sputtered out, angrily.

“No offense dude, but I think your mom is always a bitch.”

You quipped, driving out of the neighborhood and onto the streets of Albuquerque.

“Y-yeah, you’re r-right.”

He laughed.

“Is it the thing with your dad again?”

You asked, not wanting to pry but your curiousity getting the better of you.

“Y-yeah, it’s really stupid. Sh-she won’t even let him in the h-house. It’s bullshit!”

He fumed, you glanced away from the road and looked at him.