Walter isn't sure how to respond to that. "Yeah," He half-mumbles, after a moment. He'll stay ambiguous he guesses. If for nothing else than not really having an answer.

"No." He furrows his brows at her. "Should I be?" It's probably a fair question. That she's still got a firm grip on his arm with her, uh, hair tendrils would probably point to the answer to that being yes. At least, for most people. But Walter's not most people.