"If you need help -" Jesse started, then stopped abruptly. He looked at Gus again, finally, with all of his regret written plainly on his face. Gus almost certainly wouldn't want Jesse's help ever again. Still: "It's the least I can do. I have money. I have... other stuff. I could hook you up with a better apartment than this place. Not that... this is so bad or anything. Just -

"I mean, I know I'm the last person you wanna deal with. But all of that stuff hasn't even happened for me yet. I'm still your guy." As much as he had ever been one of Gus's men. No; maybe now more than ever. "I'll do whatever I can."