you were enjoying a meal at your favorite cafe, not wanting to deal with the trauma of just now escaping from being held hostage.

you’d skipped therapy, too.

as your taking a sip of your milkshake, suddenly someone sits across from you in the booth.

you look up and it’s walter, leading you to roll your eyes and shake your head in clear irritation.

he just watches you, refusing to get up and waiting for you to fess up.