Originally the second 1/2 of the 3rd chapter. I just couldn't get comfortable with the two parts being together. Please forgive the change.
"Hi Henry"
"Hello Walt, I did not expect to see you today."
"Why's that?"
"Well, considering the events of the past 24 hours and the fact that you were shot I mistakenly assumed you would be at home resting."
"Can't."
Walt sits on a bar stool and looks down but says nothing.
"Walt, you should know I have always admired how well you express yourself."
Walt takes a deep breath and continues to gaze at the bar.
"Since my sad attempt at humor has failed to draw you out I will take another approach. Have you eaten? Would like me to make you something?"
"Nope."
"Well then, you are not here for food and obviously not here for conversation so it begs the question, why are you here?"
"At the hospital before I drove Vic and Shaun home, he asked me if I had feelings for her."
"I see. . . The question seems to have disturbed you."
The stoic silence continues.
"Do you?"
"Do I what?"
"Have feelings for Vic?"
Henry could hear the buzz of the keg cooler under the bar.
"Walt?"
"I…uh…"
"I see. And when did realize that you had begun to think of her as more than just your deputy?"
"I don't know. If I'm being honest I guess I've known for a long time."
"But it was not real to you until you feared she might lose her life?"
"Yup."
Walt sighs.
"You know I'm a man of action, almost to a fault. I see a situation and make a decision, right or wrong. When I make that decision I follow through and deal with the consequences when it's over but…"
Walt finally looks up at his closest friend.
"For the first time in my life Henry, I don't know what to do."
"I am sure you will figure it out."