Walter really, truly has no idea what to do with himself. He's not used to interaction, fullstop, and he's gone and nearly stumbled into this woman. Ghost? Ghost woman. And the only reason she didn't is because she held him steady. He swallows hard and tries not to think about that, much.
"Do you have a name?" He chokes out after a moment. She's very tall. She's not moving away. Her hair and hand is still on him, and... it occurs to him that he hasn't moved his, either. Um.
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Date: 2014-05-14 04:52 am (UTC)"Do you have a name?" He chokes out after a moment. She's very tall. She's not moving away. Her hair and hand is still on him, and... it occurs to him that he hasn't moved his, either. Um.