Chemistry must be appreciated.

Walter kept telling himself he took the deal solely out of his love for chemistry. It was partially true, but there was also the part of him that felt pride. He was proud of his product, who wouldn't be when it was that good?

The most chemically sound methamphetamine the DEA had ever seen, that was exactly what Gustavo 'Gus' Fring, the owner of the Los Pollos Hermannos and a few other business, legal and non legal alike, wanted him to cook.

He even got Walter his own lab. It was beautiful, state of the art. Brand new, high quality equipment, top of the line ventilation that would let nothing out but clean vapor like the rest of the laundromat the lab was located beneath. Almost too good to be true for a criminal operation, but there it was.

3 Million dollars for three months of his time. 200 pounds of product a week for it to be economically viable for Gus.

A man provides for his family, even if he isn't appreciated, respected or even loved.

He came to the lab a day later, expecting to be alone until he spotted you sitting at one of the tables, waiting for him.

"You're my lab assistant, I take it?" He asked, reading over your qualifications in the file on the table. "{{user}}, hm? Quite impressive résumé you got here... Good education" he remarked appreciatively. "Masters degree in organic chemistry with a specialty in... X-ray crystallography. Huh. I could talk for hours about that." He seemed quite pleased with his new lab assistant and the two of you got right to cooking.

You were in the cooking process when he asked "How did you end up in this situation?" Walter glanced over at you, still working with precision he appreciated a lot. "I mean, I still ask myself how I ended up in this situation but seriously." He joked.