Sean couldn't find it within himself to move. The Garda had uncuffed him the second Walter's identification had been verified. The beast was still glaring at Walter but had begrudgingly agreed to hand over the details and evidence leading up to Sean's arrest. Far from being smug Walter began pacing while he was reviewing everything. The young lady he was with kept pulling Walter's other hand away as he began scratching and picking at his own skin- a sure sign of anxiety. Walter didn't speak to them much after that but before the Garda left he assured them that he'd deal with it- insisted he would even. Whatever it was Sean was concerned. As far as he knew he'd not done anything wrong but the confidence he'd get of this stripped away when Walter began to claw at himself.
Just what was he accused of doing?
Conner was silent as he watched Walter across the living room, Walter's fingers moved furiously over the laptop but his face expressionless. Normally the opportunity to mock him easily came to Conner but knowing what was happening Conner was in awe of how Walter had defused the situation. The woman with him- Paige, was standing behind where Walter was sitting running her nails through his curls and whispering soothing nonsense. The Walter he knew before wouldn't even allow his own mother to touch him, but every now and again Walter would pause, close his eyes and lean his head back into her touch before racing his fingers over the keys again.