[It's not going well at all, and with no Peter or Astrid or even Olivia there to redirect Walter, it will only get worse if September doesn't do... something. Y'know. Besides another sudden hug.]

[He searches his memory for all the times he's watched them do just that, collates the results, and chooses the action that averages the best outcome, even though he's fully aware that Walter regularly stymies predictive calculation. This takes less time than it takes Walter to shout at the rapidly disappearing townies.]

[This time, he reaches out and takes the other man's hand, a gesture that is statistically favoured in attempts to refocus the attention of a distraught individual. If this doesn't work, he might just have to go refigure his entire interpersonal communication matrix from scratch.]

[quietly] Walter, the sooner we are inside, the sooner things will be quiet. We are nearly there.

[Indeed, a cluster of buildings that look like apartment complexes the universe over loom just a couple blocks away.]