He's blushing. Walter's blushing. And leaning in. Maybe this isn't a terrible idea. Either way, she straightens back up and leans in toward him. She's glad they're nearly the same height. Pulling Walter down to her first would probably be beyond her right now honestly. This, though. This she can manage. Barely.

She kisses Walter before she can think better of it. There are a lot of reasons why she shouldn't. Instead of thinking about any of them, she slides her hand from his arm up to his shoulder. More of her hair reaches up to wrap around him, but she's aware that might not be welcome. So instead the tendrils of hair hang in the air tentatively, not quite touching him.