Wow-what a season opener-my immediate thoughts of what I thought was going on in that bathroom
I follow him into the makeshift bathroom and slam the half-glass door behind me. I take my stance, barricading myself between the door and Walt. I am in the moment. Mad, curious and wondering just what in hell is going on? Walt rips off his badge and slams it on the sink. As he peels off his coat and bloody shirt, I found myself staring at his half nude body. His seems comfortable at my stares while he washes his rough blood stained hands until the water runs pure. I am mesmerized by the scar on his back. Is Walt a bad boy after all? That scar tells a tale. I catch myself caught in the trance of his strong gangly body. When he stretches his shirt onto his frame, turns, and faces me I have no impulse to move. I am dead to rights. Eye level to his serious hairy man chest and I think of grabbing a handful. Walt doesn't move and doesn't say a word to me. This moment in time is just for us. No words are necessary. As I step aside and open the door I think to myself, "I hope Lizzie was right. I want him to save it all for me."