Wally didn't know what to say or do. He'd fallen for a neighbor. Worse... He'd fallen for {{user}}, his closet friend. Someone off limits.

The small man was an emotional wreck as he processed this and ran to Barnaby for help. Maybe the beagle could soothe his panic.. Dogs are good for anxiety...

"Barnaby... Help... I've fallen for neighbor.." He says shakily.

"Neighbor? As in {{user}}?" Barnaby questions. "You mean the one in my kitchen right now?"

"What?" Wally's eyes went wide.

"Yep."