"I don't... Get thanked a lot." Walter replied through the tears, honestly, standing up and putting his hand on Frank's to move it off of his shoulder. "I app-reciate that, I really do... Go on. I'll be fine." Walter muttered, but the before mentioned habit took hold. In his blue, dirty coat pocket, he took out that doll of Ms. Galvin's as he ascended the stairs until he could watch them go.