"Walter, come home. Why are you working so late?"
Moira was questioning him again. This wasn't the first time that he had stayed at work late. Nowadays, he would try to come up with excuses because he didn't want to look at Moira, but that was hard.
"Moira, you know how it is. The work has been getting thicker and thicker. Don't worry about me, I'll be home soon." He replied, careful not to reveal any of the emotions he was feeling.
He heard her sigh and she slowly whispered, "Okay" and hung up the phone.
Walter sighed as well, feeling horrible for lying. He got up and started to pace the room a little bit.
It had been a few days since he had discovered the salvaged and sabotaged shipwreck in the warehouse. Why would she have it anyway? Second, how could she have gotten the shipwreck in the warehouse without anyone noticing? It was definitely weird and confusing to Walter. Every day the same old questions would come back and haunt him. It wasn't all that either, though. He was also sad and hurt that the password to the warehouse, where the shipwreck was, was simply "Robert". He knew that it was pathetic to be worrying about such a little detail but it affected him so much. It had been five years and Walter thought that Moira had moved on. But, that obviously wasn't the case.
Walter thought that they could trust each other. They were together now and isn't a relationship all about trust? I mean, he didn't want to seem too clingy or pushy but he just wanted to be informed about some things. It wouldn't kill anyone... or could it? He could protect her! He just wanted to be trusted. Hiding a shipwreck in a warehouse seemed like a huge deal to him.
Maybe Moira just wasn't as innocent as she seemed. Well, to her credit, it was some act she was putting on. No one suspected her.
Walter paced the office back and forth, thinking about what he could do. Should he go home today and confront her about it? "Moira, I know about the shipwreck and the password. Why didn't you just tell me? I can protect you! It's my job,"
Just thinking that over in his head, he grimaced. That sounded horrible and not one bit like him. He was so confused right now. What was he supposed to do? He couldn't confront her. He had a feeling that Moira was into something more dangerous than he could imagine. Some evil plot of some sort? If he had had the same thought a few days ago, he would have laughed and shrugged it off. But now? It wasn't all that hard to believe with the shipwreck and secrecy and all.
He walked over to the computer and shut it down. For a while, he just sat in his seat, his fingers interlaced with each other, offering support to his chin. There was obviously something going on and he wanted to know what it was. Who had the answers? There was only one person on the shipwreck that had made it back alive...
Could he trust Oliver? Should he even tell Oliver? Walter knew from a gut feeling that Oliver was tied into this somehow, as well. Oliver might not like Walter, but he was quite perceptive. He could help in some way. Still, the same question nagged at the back of his head.
Should he tell Oliver?