Walter awkwardly shifts his weight from one foot to the other. "I'm, um," He hesitates. He doesn't even know how to begin to answer that. That he was sad she moved away? No. There's no way he's going to manage to spit that out. He's quietly working towards a sort of terrified that ends in autopilot and fleeing, but not really because of her particular otherworldliness. "I'm - I'm fine."

He's a mess.

She's frowning, too. And... bleeding? He furrows his brow at the trickle of red down her face. "You're hu--" He cuts himself off mid-sentence, squinting his eyes closed briefly in frustration at himself. Of course she's hurt, idiot, she's dead. "You're bleeding," He says after a short moment. And before he quite realizes what he's doing, he moves his hand to wipe that off her.