Walter doesn't immediately start petting the rabbit, just lets it eat at its own pace.

"Excuse you, I do get out some," is his first, slightly joking, reply.

But when was the last time you went out specifically to meet people? And that leads to thoughts of Jim, and what he could be doing today, and-

Walter takes a steadying breath.

"It's like, I have a thought, and it still feels like 'normal' speed, but everything else takes longer to happen. Nerve firings are fine, but if I think about it too much... there's a gap, a dissonance, between myself and the world around me."

As he talks, he lifts the hand not occupied with the rabbit, as if for effect.

"So, theoretically, I could make myself talk as fast as I think, but it'd do crap-all for making myself understood. It'd sound like gibberish."