To be fair, you and Jesse had never gotten along. From the moment Walter brought you into their little cyndicate, it was instant hate. Both of you had tried to get along. It didn't quite work.

And now the two of you were left alone in the RV you two used to make your blue crystals without Walter. He'd said he needed to run an errand. Jesse groans, checking the temp of the batch.

"Damn it, these are way too hot. How long did you put them on for, bitch?"