Walter leans against September, needing the contact. There aren't many people he gets that close to; while hugs aren't rare, they're only for people he trusts dearly. September once saved his life, saved Peter's life, and while the Observer hasn't exactly been a wellspring of positive information over the last twenty five years, he's been a constant, and Walter considers him a friend. He trusts him implicitly.

"But Peter, he's always helped me, even ... even when I haven't wanted it. He's always been there. I just got him back." He pauses, takes a shaky breath, and in a whisper, "What if I die here? No one would ever know, and I'd ... I'd never be able to say goodbye, and... and..."

He's panicking again, mind racing, horrible scenarios running through his head. Walter can stand up against many things, but this isn't easy at all.

"Maybe it'll be temporary, only a few days..."