Based on this prompt: An AU scenario of the 'Rabid Dog' ending where Jesse meets Walt in the Plaza and Walt just tries to tell Jesse how much he cares about him. Authors choice whether Walt is expressing platonic/fatherly love for Jesse or romantic/sexual love. Either way, Walt is being open about his feelings and Jesse becomes very conflicted because he knows Hank is listening and Walt is incriminating himself.

Hank can hear the roaring in his ears as Jesse Pinkman slowly makes his way over to Walt. This is it, he thinks, this is it. He wipes his sweaty palms on his pants and drags air in through his mouth. He can practically hear Gomez sending 'calm down' vibes, but his old partner knows him well enough by now not to speak.

"Jesse," he hears Walt whisper.

It's the tone that catches him off guard. That's the voice Walt uses with Skylar and the kids—that kind of breathless, hopeful, I can't believe I have you in my life kind of tone. It doesn't make any sense for him to be using it here.

"You wanted to explain, so explain," Jesse says, and Hank watches him stumble back a step when Walt moves to stand, like he's terrified. Hank forces back the guilt at sending the kid out there like a lamb to slaughter.

There isn't anything for it. There isn't any other way.

"Yes," Walt says, dropping back down onto the bench. "Yes, of course. Jesse, I can explain."

"Tell me you didn't do it," he says. "Just try and tell me you didn't do it."

Jesse's voice comes through his headphones accompanied by little vibrations, emotion his audio can't translate. Hank closes his eyes and curses, because this isn't what he was supposed to do. General questions, let Walt talk, let him dig his own grave, that's what he was supposed to do.

"I didn't have a choice," Walt starts.

"There is always a choice!" Jesse shouts. Hank tenses as a couple of passerby's glance over. Don't draw attention, he orders silently, but Jesse is looking at Walt like the rest of the world has dropped away. He wonders if he even remembers the wire. "Always, Mr. White. Don't pretend like you didn't choose to do every single thing you've ever done."

Walt does stand then. Jesse stumbles back again but Walt grabs him before he can get far, pulling him back in a step by a grip on his arm. Hank watches carefully but the move seems more desperate than threatening. "Okay, Jesse, I made a choice," he says calmly. "I made a very hard choice, in order to keep us safe. To keep both of us safe."

"I don't care if we're safe. Not at the expense of Brock. He's six years old, Mr. White. He's a child, and you— you poisoned him," Jesse says, so softly Hank almost can't make it out. "Like he was some game piece. Like he was just part of some web you were spinning. How could you do that?"

"I didn't give him enough to kill him," Walt assures him quickly. "I just gave him enough that you would think it was Gus that had done it. You weren't listening to reason, Jesse. So yes. I had a choice. I could kill you or I could get you back on my side."

"Then you should have killed me," Jesse says. Hank freezes for a moment, lifting the binoculars to watch them closer. He means it, he thinks.

"Don't say that," Walt says, the sudden snap of his voice nearly sends feedback through the wire. "Don't you ever say that, Jesse. Not after all I have done to save you."

"Honestly, Mr. White, with all you've done to save me I don't know how I'm still alive," Jesse says.

"Jesse, Jesse," Walt says, reaching out and grabbing the kid's face. Hank can see him shake him, cupping his face and forcing him to look at him. It's weird to watch Walt have this kind of connection with someone he doesn't even know. If he'd had any doubts left that Walt had been living a secret life, this would have ended them. It's like Jesse is part of some second family, like he has a whole other life. "Please. I need you to understand."

"But I do," Jesse says, glancing up at him. He reaches up and clasps his hands around Walt's wrists, before roughly pulling them away. "I do understand. I understand all of it, Mr. White. I even get why you did it. I really do. Don't you see? iThat's/i what's scaring the hell out of me—the fact that you know what you've done and you still think you were right."

"Specifics," Hank mutters. "I need specifics, kid."

"What do you want from me?" Walt asks. "What is it you need? Just tell me. Do you want more money? Because I can get you another five million by tonight, Jesse."

Hank knows that's a bad move even before Walt does. He can see the disgusted expression on Jesse's face clear as day through the binoculars.

"This has never been about the money! Don't you get it yet? I don't care about our fucking blood money!" Jesse screams. "I only did it for you!"

"Jesse—"

"I would have done anything for you, but you aren't who I thought," Jesse says. "It was all a lie. God. You orchestrated everything, every single detail, from the moment you showed up at my house."

"It wasn't like that, I promise you," Walt says. "I never meant for any of this to happen."

"Yes you did. Yes you did! You manipulated me, right from the start," Jesse says. "And now? The things I've done…there's no coming back from them."

"That's not true, I don't believe that," Walt says. "Maybe there's no coming back for me, but you still can, Jesse. That's all I want."

"Why are you acting like this?" Jesse asks, the emotion bleeding away from his voice to leave him sounding almost eerily calm. "Why are you acting like I matter? Why don't you just kill me already?"

"Christ," Hank mutters. "Stupid kid."

"We need to get him out of there," Gomez says in concern.

Hank shakes his head, holding out a hand to stall him. "No, give him a minute," he says.

"Like you did Mike, like those ten other guys you ordered killed before they could talk. Remember them? Remember Drew Sharp?" Jesse demands. "How about Gus? Or I don't know, maybe you think he doesn't count. After all, you only built the bomb. You didn't set it off."

"What do you want me to say, Jesse?" Walt asks tiredly.

"I want you to be sorry! I want you to say you're sorry for the things you've done. For the people you've killed. I want you to admit to it, for once. To stop dressing it all up like it was some business decision. Like you didn't want to, you just had to let them go because they weren't working out, or something. That's what I want, Mr. White," Jesse says. "But I know I won't ever get it."

"Jesse, I am sorry," Walt whispers. "I'm sorry I killed Mike, because I know you cared for him. I didn't want to kill the others, either. But that was for us. This has always been—"

"About us," Jesse laughs. "You always have a reason, don't you? It's for your family, or it's for me, but it never really is, is it? Because who have you hurt more than us?"

"Jesse, please—"

"Say you did it for yourself," Jesse says. "Say you did because it was what you wanted! Because you wanted an empire! That's what you said!"

"Is he trying to clear out the park?" Gomez asks, leaning up beside Hank. Most of the nearby pedestrians were now giving the place a wide berth.

"Probably for the best," Hank says, unconcerned. He focuses instead completely on Walt.

"I did it for myself," Walt says after a moment. "I liked it, I liked being in charge. I liked the power. But, Jesse, that doesn't mean—"

"Good," Jesse interrupts sharply. "Now admit that you're here to kill me."

"I'm not going to kill you," Walt says gently. Hank knows that tone too. That's the tone he used to use on Flynn when he was little and sick. "I want to help you, but you have to let me, Jesse. Don't you understand yet that I love you, you stupid—if you'd only stop and think, you'd know how important you are. You'd realize that I could never kill you. Okay? I never could."

"Not even if I tell you I'm wearing a wire?" Jesse asks after a moment, and Hank's heart skips a beat. He should have expected this, he should have known the kid would try something like this. He was practically a walking death wish.

"Shit, shit," Hank shouts, as he scrambles to get out of the van—it's no use, really. He knows he'll never make it in time on his leg. "Now, Gomez, move now!"

Gomez is shouting at Walt to show his hands by the time he gets there. Jesse is limp in Walt's arms—but the kid's not dying like Hank expects.

He's only crying.