At Rancho Relaxo, Jesse's getting sprung, and Walt's there to pick him up. I know it's guilt that's motivating Walt here, but whatever it takes for him to do right by this kid, I support it. Jesse seems to have inherited Walt's perma-scowl now that Walt's traded his in for the weary visage of the damned. Jesse gets a look at the windshield of the car and does the first Jesse-like thing of the episode, stating the obvious so simply: "windshield's broken." It's a start, but what I wouldn't give for a few gratuitous "yo"s to know he's really back.
The men unload at Walt's bachelor pad, as Walt explains his situation as "a little friction in the marriage right now." Jesse gets the couch. Walt gingerly broaches the subject of Jesse's half of the million. Saul's got it now, and Jesse can have it as soon as he feels better. "I'm better," Jesse says without hesitation. "I'm done using." Walt then starts in on an incredibly ill-advised attempt to bright-side "how bad things got." He adopts the same unconvincing tone he did at the school assembly, saying it was a "wake-up call for both of us" (telling word choice there, given the events of Jane's death). Jesse changes the subject (but not really), asking about the plane crash. He asks if Walt knows it was Jane's dad who caused it. Walt tries to stop Jesse from going down that road, like he hasn't already a hundred times. So that guilt that rightfully belongs to Walt, the weight of 167 people, that's all on Jesse's shoulders now. Walt continues to deflect. "I'm very up to date on this thing," he says, "probably way more than you are." Trying to regain that teacher/student high ground. He talks about collision radar and antiquated equipment, and thankfully Jesse cuts him off before he blames seagulls and witchery. "You either run from things or you face 'em, Mr. White," Jesse says. He learned that in rehab. "It's all about accepting who you really are. I accept who I am." Walt asks who Jesse is. Jesse's face is angry without emotion, if that makes sense. That's just the way it looks now. He looks up and, without pity or anger, says, "I'm the bad guy."