Walter finds only slightly better treatment in his own station. The uniformed officer leads at his back, smartly pinning Walter's arms to his sides as he's walked unceremoniously from the dining hall. Finding himself removed from his senses it's not the pain that inhibits him so much as the adrenaline still in his veins and the disruptive thumping of his heart against his ribcage. The tall man can't find his words. As has happened so many times in his life, emotion strangles at his throat and mutes the air in his lungs and he finds himself tumbling away from his sense of self. He rips away from the officer as soon as he can find the space, whirling around to find a red-faced man barking words he can't untangle.

With a dismissive wave of his hand Walter turns his back to the angry officer. He tugs at the front of his coat, meaning to set himself straight before retreating to his suite, but the pain in his belly is enough to double him at the waist. The tall man groans and clutches an arm around himself as a wave of ache sends shudders of nausea throughout him. Hissing greedy breaths of the salty sea air, he sounds more feral animal than human, unconscious of the noise he makes. Unconscious, too, of the warnings still being shouted in his direction, or the small crowd that have gathered to peer just beyond the doors of the dining hall at the commotion the two men have caused.