"Most people are worthless," Walter frowns down at the ground. Most people are garbage. Why should what they'd do or think matter?

She moves forward, but it takes a moment before he registers just how far she's moved. She's very close. That's... he has no idea what to do, now. She's standing very close and his hand is still on her arm. He'd let it drop, but... her hair is still very much around it. Oh. He should do something, maybe. Or say something. Mostly he just feels weirdly nervous. "Have you... have you been out here a long time?"