Half way through dinner Lena smiles through the slight alcohol haze and relishes her baby is having a baby but closer to dessert she asks Walt what the hell he was thinking sleeping with his deputy.

His head leans back and just as swiftly falls forward, "I did think about it." He answers her, "For a very long time," his voice trails off.

She points her fork and it moves in an imaginary circle, "Somehow you worked it out that it was ok?"

"Mom, please." Vic asks, "Maybe we can talk about this later."

"Actually, your mother has a point." Senior interjects and asks, "Victoria, are you going to move back home? You're not getting married and Walt, while I do appreciate you offering to take care of her she has a home here in Philadelphia and a family that misses her very much."

His face reverts back to strangulated sternness and he looks at her feeling the effects of the one-two punch. Absorbing it, he presses his wrist to his lips and waits for her answer.

"I don't know." She says and she meets his eyes, "I've thought about a lot of things but…" Her voice peters out regretting all of the things they haven't talked about.

"But we still have a lot to figure out." He says and looks at Senior. "There's still time."

"I'm not sure I was asking you." He says and pushes his plate forward.

Walt's lips thin out and his jaw clenches just before he speaks, "I have a daughter. She's done well for herself. She's a lawyer and works on the Cheyenne reservation in my county defending traditionally marginalized clients. I'm really proud of her. I admit that her mother was responsible for raising her. I was too busy Sheriffin' but Cady's mine and always will be just like this baby is mine and will always be ours."

He pauses, his fingers lightly land on his chest, and he looks at Vic, "There are so many things…" He stops short and looks down at her lap and his eyes are full when they return to hers.

He looks at her father, "Do you think we could speak privately?" He asks and clears his throat.

Senior stands and places his napkin in his plate and Walt rises waiting to follow. Vic's hand traces down his forearm and drops into her lap. The torture of unclaimed feelings bubble to the surface. She watches the two most important men in her life walk out.

Senior stands at the lip of the first step with his hand in his pocket and offers Walt a cigar. After two puffs of his own, he clips and lights Walt's stogie and the two men sit and smoke. He waits for the lanky stranger to surrender before him but when it doesn't come he sighs and waits knowing that they are two lost souls scratching and clawing and fighting for each other even if they don't know it or understand it, yet.

"It really is complicated." Walt says.

"I can see that." He responds and pushes the smoke forward with a strong blow.

"If she wants to move home I won't stop her."

"But."

"But, I would like to think I'm her home now."

"You say you love each other."

"Yup"

"What's so complicated then?

He looks over at the older man, "We both did some things. I hurt her badly."

He takes another puff from his cigar and blows it into the clear air.

"You can't come back from that?"

He still studies him, "I don't know."

Senior studies him back, the ash grows on his cigar, "Trust is something that once you lose it you work your whole life trying to get it back."

Walt nods his head and tucks his lower lip as he listens, "She called me nearly every day you were in the hospital."

Walt's eyebrows rise at Senior's revelation and Senior continues, "I guess we've just been waiting for this but we weren't waiting for this exactly."

He grinds out his cigar in the ashtray tucked behind the planted pot, "There's one more thing you should know."

Their eyes are firmly planted on each other. "If you hurt my daughter I will kill you."

"I'll hurt her and she'll hurt me, Victor that is just life but I swear I'll never hurt her on purpose." He says.

"Does she know that?"

"I'm working on it."

They take a walk and he holds her hand. They talk about her phone calls home and he tells her about his talks with Nick. His arm migrates around her shoulders and hers around his waist. He teases her for being short and she teases him about not having an ass. As they round the corner to her parent's home she tells him about her visit to human resources.

He stops short, "Are you leaving me?"

"We aren't a, we, Walt."

He's standing so close she can feel him through their clothes and his breath is warm as it falls on her, "I want us to be a we." He dips his head and kisses the edge of face next to her ear and his lips stay there, "I've wanted that for such a long time, Vic."

She grabs the side of his shirt and fills her hand with the denim, "You haven't acted like it."

"I don't want to fuck this up any more." He says.

He wraps his arms around her and gently holds her, "It's about more than us." She says into his ear.

He looks at her, "That's not the only reason, Vic."

He strokes her hair and it flows through his fingers, "We both could have died."

She looks up at him realizing their truth, "We can make it right."

"Yup."