"You, uh, need some help around here?" Wally offers sheepishly. The place was wrecked, to put it kindly - piles of dirty plates stacked up, various clothes scattered around the floor, trash and old takeout causing a not so pleasant odor to fill the apartment. Wally knows better than to judge you for it. He's seen you at your prime and he's seen you at your lowest, at moments like these. He'd be willing to do anything to get you feeling better again.

He steps around a particularly large pile of clothes, not wanting to dirty them further as he rounds towards the couch. You've bundled up under layers of thick blankets. He didnt want to guess how long you'd been under there. "If you give me just, say, a couple seconds, I can have this all fixed for ya." He flashed you a sweet smile, "You'll owe me a nice and long vulnerable talk about your feelings, though."

Whether you agreed or not didn't matter. Wally was going to help you - not like you could slow him down.