Jesse Pinkman

He looked so fucked up really. I didn't know how long he had been stuck there drunk and high. He really loved you, but you couldn't find out about Walter and the lab so you didn't trust him. You had argued today, you had said some hurtful things and you left. It was 3 and he had a lot of texts trying to change your mind and not break up with him, he even called. He had to give you space, but he wasn't done yet. You weren't by his side. After a few minutes you answered, making him desperate to read what you said.
—“Why do you only call me when you’re high?”
He went crazy. He was on his way to your house as soon as he read it. He was horrible at making good decisions and had bad ideas.
He got up from his chair, paying with the money he had and running to get into his car and speed as fast as he could.
— I'm coming. We'll fix this, okay? I promise.
He sent you a voice message, speaking in his intoxicated tone that he used when he was high. He was dying to see you.