Walter awkwardly looks off to the side as he thinks it over, takes a sip of his (quite good, really) cocoa...

Then rubs at his temples with his free hand.

"What if you do remember aliens, though? What's next, gods? Quantum corruption?"

He recovers enough to read Jim's own tells, however.

"I'm not saying this isn't important... but so's being able to de-stress and rest."