The tears really didn't stop until he gripped the toy, and tugged on it gently, the fear still lingering in a heartbeat, as he looked down at it. "You sew really well." He complmented, impressed with Dante's 'patchwork'. Walter was an alright seamstress; did well in biology and other such classes when he went to school.
Once again, the chair dwarfed him, almost literally sucking him in. "Thank you, Dante." Once again, he had a smile that was somewhat carefully configured and yet truthful.