Walter gazed up into Paige's flat. The light in her kitchen was on, and he could see her tousling Ralph's hair as he picked at his food. She was laughing at something Ralph had said, and Walter could picture her eyes lighting up as she joked with her son.

Walter took a deep breath as he approached Paige's door and rang the bell. He could hear her footsteps walking down the stairs. She would open the door in 3…2…

"Walter, hi!" Paige said, surprise evident in her voice. "Is everything okay?"

"Yeah, fine" Walter replied hastily. "Everything's fine. Why wouldn't it be?"

"No reason," she responded, hiding a grin. "You just don't usually show up at my house at dinner time."

Walter looked embarrassed. "You're right, I'm sorry. I'll just, umm…"

"Kidding, Walter" Paige said, laughing softly at his awkwardness. "Would you like to come in?"

Walter nodded and stepped inside, as Paige said, "Let me grab Ralph…he'll be excited to see you."

"Not right now," he replied. "It's you I wanted to talk t–"

"Walt! Hey, man!" came a familiar voice. Walter saw Drew jogging down the stairs toward him, hand outstretched.

"Hello, Drew" Walter replied formally, shaking Drew's hand. "What are you doing here? You're not supposed to be back until next Friday."

Drew grinned at him, "I got everything moved into the new house a little sooner than planned. I was excited to get back and tell Paige and Ralph about it." Walter frowned at Drew's cocky behavior as he continued, saying "What about you, Walt? What are you doing here?"

"I…um…It's classified" Walter stammered, his mind jerking into panic mode: How am I supposed to tell Paige how I feel with Drew hanging around? he thought worriedly. What if Paige doesn't feel the same way? What if her and Drew were back together? What if he was going to take her and Ralph to Portland? What do I do? Snap out of it, Walter! he told himself angrily. Snap out of it!

"Paige!" Walter said suddenly, startling Paige and Drew. "I need to talk to Paige." Drew raised his eyebrows, but turned to go back upstairs.

"What do you need, Walter?" Paige asked, her voice full of concern, as she led him into another room. God, she was so beautiful, he thought. "Walter?" He snapped out of his reverie and tried to make himself stop staring at her. "What do you need?" she repeated, gazing up at him.

"You" Walter replied, stepping toward her. Before he could second-guess himself, he took her face in his hands, and pressed his lips gently against hers. A second later, he pulled back, staring at the ground and blushing furiously. "I'm sorry" he whispered. "I shouldn't have…um, you, uh…"

"Walter," she said softly, in that teasing voice he knew so well. He tried to turn away from her, but she caught his arm and gently held him there. She slowly placed her arms around his neck, embracing him. She couldn't keep herself from smiling as she looked into his eyes. "Did you want to elaborate on that?" she asked.

Walter shot her a tortured look. What he wanted more than anything in the world was to run away…or perhaps kiss her again. You need to do this, he told himself:

"Paige, from the day I met you, I knew you were the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen. But that type of information doesn't affect me…it was just a fact. Then I got to know you, and not only are you beautiful, but you are intelligent, funny, and the kindest person I've ever known. And I know that I'm not good at feeling emotions, but even I know that I'm in love with you."

As soon as the words passed his lips, he froze, terrified for her response. He expected her to walk away, or even hit him, but instead, she pulled him closer, tears in her eyes. "I love you too, Walter" she whispered before leaning in for another kiss.