She moves back. Walter wonders for a moment if that was maybe the wrong thing to ask - though her hand's still on his arm, tugging a little. "Oh," He frowns lightly. "I'm sorry."

That's what you say, right? He's pretty sure.

He wants to scootch forwards but mostly ends up shifting awkwardly in place, fidgeting with the hair wrapped around his arm again. "I'm Walter."