[center][h1][color=FFD700]Walter Pierce[/color][/h1][/center]

[color=FFD700][b]"Hey, relax-"[/b][/color]

Walter extended an arm out in attempt to calm Ethan down before his friend had stormed outside, shaking his head. He sighed, rubbing his head in the wake of a headache. He honestly had enough of all the revelations and surprises for a day, in lieu to all of the dying and destruction he'd already seen before.

[color=FFD700][b]"It's not your fault,"[/b][/color] Walter told Rowena as he looked to the side where she sat, a weary smile on his features.

Being the one to have always done supply runs, he had his share of experiences when it came to speaking with outsiders. Some of those run-ins were not all-too friendly, but a lot of the times, he had returned to Dana Point to introduce a new member of their community. So why cast someone else away when they needed one another the most at this point in time?

[color=FFD700][b]"Rowena, is it?"[/b][/color] he nodded to the woman. [color=FFD700][b]"I'm Walt."[/b][/color]

When Nikki came back into the house, followed by the soldier and Ethan himself, Walter watched his friend apologize to Rowena before looking for the resident of the house. To be fair, they still had not debated on whether or not they could reside for the night, and the possibility of being thrown out was still reality.

Walter blinked, wondering what the night would bring; he had volunteered to watch over, after all. [color=FFD700][b]"Thanks for not sicking the dog on me, earlier,"[/b][/color] he said.