Walter smiled shyly. Reed hopped onto the back of a vacant chair, only now paying attention to Angel's Pokemon and hooting at them.

He ate his cinnamon bun quietly, savouring the taste and remembering Rhys. He glanced up at Angel, thinking. He trusted her. But, how did he ask her what she thought of what had happened to him. He tore a small piece of the bun and offered it to Reed, who accepted it eagerly.

"Did you- I mean, what was...no. Nothing. Sorry." He mumbled, shyly ducking his head.