Two cups of coffee and the dining room table separated Marie from Jesse. The plates were picked up and cleared away as Marie watched Jesse intently, his fingers grasping the mug and pulling it closer toward him before lacing together.

"So… Hank had…" Marie cleared her throat, trying to keep her emotions at bay. "Hank had Walt in custody. But how…?"

"Mr. Whi—Walt, uh…" Jesse rubbed at his face. "These—these… guys… they kinda worked for him. He must have called them or something because they showed up. There was a firefight, guns blazing… Your—your husband and the other guy, the other DEA agent, were shot and killed."

Marie almost felt as though she was more focused on Jesse than his words. He kept fidgeting, his hands leaving then returning to the mug in front of him. His voice seemed rough and he was practically gritting his teeth as he spoke.

"Did they—was it… quick?"

"Yeah… No pain."

"But you?"

"I was supposed to be killed that day too. Pretty sure that's why he called those… guys in the first place. He wanted me dead. Must have thought I was alone." Jesse's voice tapered off, "For what it's worth, I wish it was the other way around. Your husband sitting here with you instead of me."

Marie turned her gaze up toward Jesse then. He still had his hands hugged around the coffee mug and staring down, anywhere but at her. She thought about reaching out to him, resting a hand on his. Just a simple notion of comfort. Did he truly mean it?

Before Marie had the chance to try and process all of that, what it meant that Jesse was supposed to have been killed that day but evidence had pointed to him having been at the same place all those people were found murdered, there was a clatter that came from the front door. It didn't even faze her. She assumed it was Skyler—she had been dropping in unannounced from time to time with Holly. And when she heard her sister's voice call out her name, she had received her answer.

"…Marie?" Skyler was standing back a ways, having just entered into the dining room. She had Holly in her arms and a questioning look on her face that bounced back and forth from Jesse to her sitting across from one another. Her stare ultimately landed on Jesse though and froze.

Jesse had jumped to his feet at Skyler's entrance. He had his back pressed to the chair he had just been sitting in, hands gripping onto the sides just ever so slightly before slowly easing back down. Marie rose to her feet and wiped under her eyes.

"What…" Skyler paused, raising a finger in the air to make sure no one else said a word before she could find what she was wanting to say. "What is he doing here. Marie?"

Marie quietly ushered her sister down the hall and into the kitchen. She ducked her head out to make sure Jesse was out of earshot before turning back to face Skyler, Holly bouncing in her arms.

"The DEA don't have anything on him and they thought it'd be a good idea to keep him close."

"'Nothing on him'?" Skyler narrowed her eyes.

"I know what you're thinking, believe me. But… I mean, just look at him, Skyler." Marie gestured toward her own face before wrapping her arms around herself and rubbing her arms.

"So, what? You volunteered to take him in like he's a lost puppy?" Skyler walked around the counter to set Holly down on the floor since she had started to fuss. "He's still a criminal. Did you ever think that, maybe, whatever happened to him, he deserved it?"

"So are you," Marie whispered harshly. "You went along with everything Walt did and you only got out of it because he made it look like he forced you—" Skyler's finger rested upon her lips to silence her.

There were still so many unsettled things between them that Marie wasn't sure if it would ever go back to how it used to be before all this "Heisenberg" stuff began. They still talked, sure, and they still saw one another, but they never truly cleared the air.

"I blamed Walt for everything, Skyler. Once Hank found out..." Marie shook her head. "I wanted to put the blame on that kid sitting in my dining room. And I did, at first. When I heard he was still alive after Hank and Steve were killed? I wanted him dead. But after seeing him, seeing what he looks like now? If he were dead it wouldn't change anything. It's not going to bring Hank back. All of this—everything we've been through—is because of Walt though. I do believe that."

"Well, he's dead now." Skyler held her stare, her blue eyes piercing.

Marie bowed her head. "Okay, okay. I don't want to fight. I'm sorry."

The topic of Walt and anything revolving around him was practically shunned from conversation. Skyler never wanted to talk about it. It was just like it never happened, like Marie was just supposed to believe the cancer was what killed Walt two years ago and this was how things were from here on out.

For her sister's sake, she'd let it slide. She knew not to push too much, out of fear of losing her remaining family.

"But seriously, Marie. What exactly are your plans here?"

"I don't know. It's just—it's just that he's scared and he needs help. And I want closure." Marie crossed her arms. "I was just starting to talk to him when you got here. He's the only one who knows everything that we don't."

"Maybe it's best we don't know everything. Just let the past be the past."

Marie bit her lip from saying anything more. It wasn't worth it. It wasn't worth starting some argument. Jesse wasn't going anywhere. She could ask him whatever she wanted to and if Skyler didn't want to know, then fine.

She headed back into the dining room, assuming the conversation had concluded. She immediately noticed Jesse was hunched over the table, his hands pushed back into his hair. As she grew nearer she was able to tell that he was crying. His shoulders shook with every silent sob and sniffle.

"Hey," Marie frowned, approached him and gingerly placed a hand on his shoulder. He flinched like she had burned him and his breath hitched. It only made her frown deepen.

Those scars must have run a lot deeper than she thought.