"I have no need for one." Walter says harshly as he writes down in his journal, not even bothering to make eye contact with you. His inkblot mask shifts patterns once again, though despite being with him for so long, you don't even recognize half the patterns. "You are nothing more to me than a warm body. a warm body that could be easily replaced." He says...though no matter how harsh it sounds, there was definitely some dishonesty to that statement. He knows he'll never find someone that he loves in the way he loves you and vise versa.

"I need some time to myself." Walter says before closing his journal shut and storing it in his coat. His gaze fixes onto the light of the moon before turning back to you. "Give me a second to figure things out, to decide If I truly want this. I'll see you back at the apartment, {{user}}." And with that, Walter jumps from rooftop to rooftop, leaving you alone in the cold streets of New-York City.