ROLLING HIS EYES FLIPPANTLY WITH THE CIGARETTE IS DANGLING BETWEEN HIS LIPS⸺he doesn't say anything to counter @pinkman whilst he is hiding inside of the stall behind him whilst johann is washing his hands instantaneously after relieving himself . . . the unprecedented connection shared inside a run-down gas station's bathroom with the goods are being taken by jesse to the stall, which naturally makes johann become apprehensive because it is indisputable he knows that jesse is still a user &. there is a possibility that he is doing it right now. JESSE MAKES A QUIP ABOUT IT, & for a second johann stops his relieve to hold his cigarette to raise his voice; threatening because the stuff is for a client ... and at some point, he worries about the man's relapse, of which laughter arises from the other man. staggers him; should've known he merely jokes about it thus abruptly taking out the disposable tissue near him as his back is facing to the bathroom sink, he listens carefully to any suspicious sound coming from the stall before a question arises from him, with his nose is scrunching to smell the stench, ❝  are you kidding me? are you shitting right now!? ❞ pacing to the bathroom stall as the thunderous knocks are blaring against the door, the man raises his voice to make his annoyance to be known, ❝  give me the goods, don't you dare flush them out down the toilet! is it on your pocket? don't you dare lose it ! ❞

scornful laugh is emitting through muffled laugh 'tween teeth gnawing unto bandage wrapping around his wounded arm with firearm lays precipitantly on the ground⸺the sheer of disbelief creak within @pinkman 's voice, exasperated by the blatant distortion of safety which has proven johann that the boy is gullible for promises if he puts him first above everything .. regardless of the fact that the word was spieled almost hastily without any considerations; johann would never do that, but the thought had comforted jesse .. as it did sound logical &. reasonable to regular people⸺however, they are not regular people. comical! to even cling to the system where they don't even belong into because they have been self-declared as exiles, he still thinks they intersects within conformists. of which make johann shake his head impetuously; an arm bandage is secured &. his eyes are looking up to witness desperation manifesting within laboured breathings &. imperfect cuts on the face⸺bloods have become dried, but chapped lips reminded him how the fight had ended .. it wasn't really an ambush but rather an uncalculated confrontation, with voice raising from the other, &. perhaps an incoming kick onto his feet in vexation. however, for johann, it is a plain evidence that the man is still a boy who hasn't grown into a man who knows: neither could ever belong into that life anymore, ❝  look at where you are, junge, do you think the cops could handle this more sophisticatedly? i did say that just to put your mind at ease, and make you get dirty because the cops were coming but things escalated quickly .. it's bound to happen anyway, with your line of work. ❞