Walter opened his eyes, his circuits lighting up slowly. He was met with the sight of you sitting next to the litter he was lying on, one hand behind his head as you were occupied in activating all his functions.

After waiting until he was more conscious, you moved your hand to place it on his cheek, turning his head so he'd face you. You inched closer, examining him for any flaw as he composed himself.

“Walter?” You asked the moment his eyes opened properly. He tried to respond, but his voice box had been torn out by David after the fight. He could not communicate with you verbally.