Walter cherishes the moment; a silence where no one needs to say anything.

That, in and of itself, is a much-needed balm.

They're only walking for five minutes, tops, when Walter crosses the street (at a crosswalk!), tilts his head up at a particularly-neon-shade-of-green sign, and nods.

"Pad Thai?" he asks, once he's sure Ben's joined him across the street. The shop looks noisy enough that they probably could manage anonymity in the crowd.