Jesse stands at about the same moment Pinkman speaks up, but he barely looks at the two of them before he's scurrying to the trash can. Have to clean. Have to get it out of the way.
Samuel looks back to Pinkman, eyebrows lifting. "I don't care if it was an accident," Samuel says, brushing his suit off. "The fact remains that he broke glass and needs to be responsible for picking it up. Are you telling me how to raise my child?"
Because it sure sounds like that's what you're doing. Finch comes back, and for a moment, he does look between the two of them. Clenching his fists a little, Jesse fidgets. "Just - just drop it, alright?" He tells Pinkman, with a shaky little inhale. "S'not a big deal, just --"
And Samuel interrupts him curtly: "Don't make excuses. Finish picking up the glass - I swear, it's a wonder you haven't failed out of your classes, Jesse, you can hardly even follow simple orders."
Finch's mouth snaps shut, and he looks warily at Samuel - for a second too long. His hesitation earns him a quick and sharp backhanded slap across the face.
no subject
Samuel looks back to Pinkman, eyebrows lifting. "I don't care if it was an accident," Samuel says, brushing his suit off. "The fact remains that he broke glass and needs to be responsible for picking it up. Are you telling me how to raise my child?"
Because it sure sounds like that's what you're doing. Finch comes back, and for a moment, he does look between the two of them. Clenching his fists a little, Jesse fidgets. "Just - just drop it, alright?" He tells Pinkman, with a shaky little inhale. "S'not a big deal, just --"
And Samuel interrupts him curtly: "Don't make excuses. Finish picking up the glass - I swear, it's a wonder you haven't failed out of your classes, Jesse, you can hardly even follow simple orders."
Finch's mouth snaps shut, and he looks warily at Samuel - for a second too long. His hesitation earns him a quick and sharp backhanded slap across the face.
"Do what you're told. Now."