I'm here! I'm here, friends! I know I haven't written or reviewed in a while, but I've still been reading, and watching, and processing everything that happened in season 4. I know there are a lot of emotions about it so if anyone wants to discuss, feel free to PM me!

I started this story and most of this chapter well before season 4, but just couldn't get anywhere. I've been in a rut with both of my current stories. (I promise I'll get around to adding more "Moments.") I'm going to try and steer this story to go more along with Season 4 so this is just a short lil transitional chapter.

We stay like that for a few minutes, my hands on his shoulders, a comfortable yet loaded silence. I figure Cady is going to be coming back soon so I eventually move to the chair on the other side of Branch's bed.

We sit in silence, and at some point I notice that Walt is staring at me, or rather my hands. I hold my hands out in front of me and look at them myself.

"What?" I say as I glance back at him.

"You took your ring off."

"Oh. Yeah." I don't offer an explanation.

He eyes me carefully. "You were wearing it this morning."

I stifle a laugh. "You don't miss anything, do you?"

His lips curl up a little, but he doesn't exactly smile. "Nope."

He continues to stare at me, waiting for an explanation.

I sigh. "I got a call from Sean's lawyer on the way over here. We're meeting in the morning to go over the details." I look down at my hands and rub the newly naked finger. "It felt like it was time to take it off."

He nods and stays silent for a moment before he speaks. "You okay?" he asks softly.

I want to say no, because of course I'm not okay. I have nightmares about the abduction every night, and my husband's leaving me because he thinks I'm in love with you. But who knows what's going on between Walt and I when most of our conversations are filled with silence.

I glance at Branch's lifeless body, the soft beeping of the machines filing the room, and I feel a pang of guilt. Saying that I'm not okay doesn't seem right. Comparing my failing marriage to all of the other terrible shit going on around here?

I shake my head, shrugging off his question. "Yeah, I'm fine."

His eyes narrow, obviously calling bullshit on my answer, but he doesn't press the conversation further. We sit there in more silence. So. Much. Silence.

"Walt, can I ask you a question?"

He blinks a couple of times before he answers. "Go ahead."

Shifting in my seat, I take a breath and let it out. "Why did you want me to stay here?"

He stares at me for a moment before glancing at Branch's body and then back to me. "Well, I just thought that, uhh... that you would want to be here if, uhh…" he gestures towards Branch, "if Branch-"

"No," I cut him off, realizing that he misunderstood my question. "That's not what I mean. After Sean filed for divorce, you said you wanted me to stay… why?"

He locks his eyes with mine and tilts his head to the side slightly. "Well, uhh… because I didn't want you to leave."

I sigh. Classic Walt answer. "Right." I lean over and grab Walt's hat that's sitting on the end of Branch's hospital bed, place the hat over my face as I shrug down in my chair and close my eyes.