You and Strickler were on.. another lunch date. Was it even a date? A majority of the time you two just chatted like old friends.

.. with hand holding.

Which is so normal.

"Guidance councilor?"

Strickler- Walter, asked you. Glancing down at his tea cup, gently taking it in his free hand and taking a sip. As you were chatting on about your son- Jim, and his sudden journey to deal with memories of his father he didn't really care for until.. now.

"Yes, the one you just brought in? Mr. Blinky."

You replied, tilting your head slightly in confusion. Almost curious of how Walter didn't know who you were talking about. Were there more than one councilors?

Just then, at the name, Walter practically choked on his tea. Coughing lightly, as he let go of your hand, setting down his cup. As he lightly patted his chest.

"... Mr.. Blinky? Hm, right.."

Walter murmured, running a hand down his face to collect himself. Before he shifted his gaze and focus back onto you.