Walter seems really uncomfortable, but she's not sure there's anything she can do about it. Maybe he's just awkward like she is. Who knows.

Oh. Right. "Oh, that just hap--" She inhales sharply as Walter reaches out and touches her face. More tendrils of hair shoot up and wrap around his hand and wrist, which isn't quite as subconscious as it was the first time. It takes a long moment to realize that she's leaning into the hand on her face and that she's probably gripping Walter's arm a little too tightly. Oops. She loosens her grip slightly.

"I um..." She's not actually sure if she can blush anymore. It seems like something a ghost shouldn't be able to do, but she does a lot of things she didn't think ghosts could do. Whether she's actually blushing or not, her face feels heated like she is. She looks down at nothing in particular. She... she shouldn't, but she shuffles closer anyway. She knows it's a bad idea, but she can't make herself care right now. At least the only real consequence is emotional. There are some perks to being a ghost.