>>5984314"I think I should tell Junior." You look at Skyler. "About the cancer diagnosis." Skyler's eyes widen.
"I thought we were waiting until you got the diagnosis."
"I did too, but... I think it's important for him to know what's going on, especially if things take a turn for the worse. Besides, I think I'd like him there with us, whatever the result might be."
"I don't know. He's so young."
"He is. But he'll respect us more for this, us treating him like an adult." Skyler looks at you, studying your expression. She smiles.
"Okay, if you think it's best. But make sure you approach it carefully." You nod.
"Of course. Do you want to come talk to him with me?"
"I think it's best if he just hears it from you. But thank you." You nod again, get up, and head towards the door. "And Walt?" You turn around. "Thank you for being honest with me. I love you." Now it's your turn to smile.
"I love you too, Skyler." You walk up to her, and the two of you kiss and embrace.
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"Junior. Hey, Junior." You knock on his door twice. You can hear what seems to be rustling from inside his room.
"Uh, give me a second, dad," Walter Jr. says from inside. You can't help but smirk. Seems like boys stay the same regardless of generation.
"Meet me outside in the backyard. I've got something I need to talk to you about." The rustling stops.
"What do y-you want to talk about? Am I in trouble?"
"No, nothing like that. Just come on out, I'll be waiting for you." You walk into the kitchen and grab a bottle of JOSE CUERVO ESPECIAL GOLD TEQUILA and two shot glasses from the cupboard. Looking outside from the kitchen window, the sky seems overcast. You slide open the glass patio door and take in the cool, crisp evening air. It's not a bad night out. No stars, but you've never relied on them to enjoy a nice evening. You pour the tequila into both glasses and take one, sipping the strong and sweet drink while you wait for your son. Eventually, the chip off the old block shows up.
"Woah." He notices the alcohol. You grin.
"Take a seat." He does so. You point to the other shot on the table. "Take a sip, son." He hesitates.
"Does this one, uh, taste good?" You chuckle at his question.
"If you're asking if it tastes better than that beer I got you, then yes. But in general, alcohol rarely tastes good." Actually? "At first." He seems to take this advice as he sips the drink. He coughs a little, but he manages to finish the shot.
"Attaboy," you say as you pour him another shot. He takes it but doesn't drink from it yet.
"S-So, what did you want to talk about, dad?" Oh man, here we go.
"Well, you know how I went to the doctor for a check-up two days ago?"
"Yeah, I remember," Junior replies, concern flickering in his eyes. You clear your throat, your gaze shifting away momentarily before returning to meet your son's as he tentatively sips his shot.
