Walter quickly became Paige's most frequent visitor, spending most days in her hospital room, even waiting for her during her hour-long physical therapy. His visits, though, were made up mostly of flashcard quizzes, trying to help her match up dates and major events over the past years.

When she slept, he would pull out his laptop and work. Once she'd woken up to lines of code scribbled on her leg cast. "You know, most people sign casts. Maybe draw a picture."

"I can't draw," he replied.

"I did not know that."

He smiled thinly at her joke. "I don't think it's something that ever came up in conversation." He shut his laptop and picked up the flashcards. "Where were we?"

She sighed. "Can we not do the memory quiz today? I have a headache."

He looked at her worriedly. "Why? What's wrong?"

"I have a brain injury. I think headaches come with the territory."

He groaned in frustration. "That isn't funny. None of this is funny. I'm trying to help you!" he snapped.

"Don't yell at me! I'm trying, Walter. You don't think I want to remember? You don't think I want to know who my friends are? Who you are? It's not my fault."

He looked down. "No. No, it isn't your fault at all. It's mine."

"Excuse me? How… how?"

"Because… because I told you to go with him. I told you to spend the weekend in Tahoe with him."

"I need your permission to spend the weekend with my boyfriend?"

He winced when she called Tim her boyfriend. He was the one who told her they'd been dating but he hated thinking about the implications of Tim being her boyfriend, what might have happened if they'd made it to Tahoe.

He shook his head. "No," he finally said. "I… I gave you the tickets."

"Well, that was… nice of you. Maybe not so much in hindsight but…"

"Paige."

"What, I'm not allowed to make a joke?" She let out an annoyed breath. "How am I supposed to do this, Walter? Tell me. You're apparently a genius. Tell me the proper way to deal with the fact that I almost died."

He froze when she said she almost died. He'd never thought about that very real possibility that she might not have made it out of that car alive. It could have easily been her neck that broke instead of Tim's. If he had been five minutes later, she would have been burned alive when the car caught fire.

"Walter?" Paige's voice was softer now.

"I… I d-don't know. You've always been a mystery I can't solve, a code I can't crack. I tried…"

"Walter…"

"I… I'm try-trying. I don't know how to help you," he finally admitted. "All the work I've done… that we've done. We've saved lives, Paige."

Her eyebrows furrowed. "No one's ever told what exactly it is that we do."

"We solve problems," he said simply. "We help people but I can't help you."

She heard his voice break at his last sentence. "Maybe you can help just by being here. You know, no one likes to be alone."

"I did," he whispered. "I preferred it, actually. Until you came along and then I found it difficult to be without you. Just… just being around you, hearing your voice, would make everything better." He didn't look at her as he spoke. It was easy for him to admit his feelings to Paige before, when he thought she might reciprocate. Saying them to a woman who, as far as she knew, had only known him a couple weeks was mildly terrifying to him.

"I do remember what you said after the accident. I really hope someday I can say it back."

Walter jumped back as he walked into the garage, nearly stepping on Bueller as the ferret ran past him. "Sylvester," he called with a sigh. "Bueller got loose again."

"Bueller," Sly yelled, coming from behind a corner to chase him. "Bueller!"

Walter sighed. "Paige gets out of the hospital in a week, Bueller can't be getting loose while she's walking around here on crutches. You'll need to take him to your apartment."

"And leave him alone all day?" Sly asked, cradling the ferret like a child. "I thought we agreed Paige won't come back to work until her leg was better."

"We won't take any new cases, we'll do small side jobs to keep ourselves going but Paige needs to be here. She needs to be reintroduced to her daily life. She can't very well be alone in her apartment all day. Toby?" Walter called, looking to the doctor for confirmation.

Toby nodded his head from his desk. "It's best for her to be in places where she spent most of her time. And since we can't take her to a war-torn country in her condition, this would be best for her," he agreed.

Sly frowned, lifting up Bueller to look at him. "Okay," he finally said. "If it'll help Paige. Okay."

Happy stood up, walking towards Walter and Sylvester. "What else?"

Walter looked at Toby for suggestions. "Well, we should make the environment as calming as possible," Toby said, walking over to stand near Happy but not too close. "So if there's any hostility in the team, we should try to remedy it."

Happy rolled her eyes. "Can everything not be about us?"

"He's right," Walter said. "Paige is intuitive, we all know that. She'll be able to pick up on this. Fix it," he said simply before he went up the stairs to his loft.

"Fix it," Happy repeated. "Fix it, like it's that easy."

Toby released a breath. "Well, I know where we can start. What's his name?"

She sighed, walking into the kitchen, closely followed by Toby. "His name's Jeremy." Toby folded his arms and raised his eyebrows, waiting for more. She let out a breath. "Alright, I was sixteen and looking for a way out of foster care, we both were. So we lied, we said I was pregnant and that things were bad at home so a judge would marry us and we could get emancipated from the system." She watched Toby's demeanor soften a bit. "I didn't love him, he was like my brother. We only lived together until I turned eighteen, then I came here."

Toby was silent, taking in what she was telling. "Why didn't you get it annulled?"

She shrugged her shoulder. "There was never a reason to. And then when there was… I couldn't find him."

He nodded slowly. "Walter's right, Paige does need us, all of us. But she'll get better and when she does, I'm gonna find him and get him to sign those papers. It is that easy."

AN: Obviously we have no idea who Happy's married to or why she's married. One of my co-workers who watches has a theory she married young to get out of trouble, I evolved it into that. So, thanks Janet for being my springboard!