Which Salamanca were you dealing with, exactly? 'Cause, like I said, Tuco's in the ground and the old guy in the wheelchair ain't much of a threat. The DEA even brought him into the station and the guy wouldn't roll on me. They're real big on not cooperating with The Fuzz, y'know? Acted like he never seen me before in his life. I'm pretty sure if they were gonna come after me, right after I got released would've been pretty good timing. They knew where I was at and all, but I'm still kickin' around, so maybe they found better shit to do than fuck with the small-time guys like me and my partner. Like I said, we aren't exactly that high up on the chain.
[ Jesse eyes Kim's hand as it comes to rest on the table, his eyes going from her hand, back up to her face. He's trying to read her expression, trying to look between the lines of what she's saying. He can't really understand what her concern is for him. He knows she's worried about her husband obviously, but it seems like there's more to it than just that. ]
No. I mean, no, they wouldn't hesitate. But that's the thing. Like, there's nothin' I can do to stop 'em anyway. If they're coming for me, they're coming for me. I don't exactly got a say in the matter.
[ He lifts a hand to scrub over his face, letting his hand come to rest at the back of his neck; a nervous habit. His blue eyes settle on Kim again, an almost pleading look in them. ]
[What she wouldn't give to exist with even the remotest bit of comfort in the idea that her future is so surely beyond her control, but then again, she was small-time once and she's regretted it every day since. That regret consumes her pause, eats her up while she glances down the aisle of booths. She half expects Mike to be there, his expression stern. Don't.
But she does.]
Lalo Salamanca. He has no qualms about interacting with the police –– he seems to enjoy playing with people, but especially the law. Money is nothing to him, life is nothing to him. It's...
[Twisted. Unnerving.
Kim purses her lips momentarily.]
There is no amount of money in the world that would make it worth it to work with him, or men like him.
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Date: 2022-08-20 08:59 pm (UTC)[ Jesse eyes Kim's hand as it comes to rest on the table, his eyes going from her hand, back up to her face. He's trying to read her expression, trying to look between the lines of what she's saying. He can't really understand what her concern is for him. He knows she's worried about her husband obviously, but it seems like there's more to it than just that. ]
No. I mean, no, they wouldn't hesitate. But that's the thing. Like, there's nothin' I can do to stop 'em anyway. If they're coming for me, they're coming for me. I don't exactly got a say in the matter.
[ He lifts a hand to scrub over his face, letting his hand come to rest at the back of his neck; a nervous habit. His blue eyes settle on Kim again, an almost pleading look in them. ]
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Date: 2022-08-21 12:54 am (UTC)But she does.]
Lalo Salamanca. He has no qualms about interacting with the police –– he seems to enjoy playing with people, but especially the law. Money is nothing to him, life is nothing to him. It's...
[Twisted. Unnerving.
Kim purses her lips momentarily.]
There is no amount of money in the world that would make it worth it to work with him, or men like him.