Oh no, Walter knew. But Walter also had never been kissed in his life by anyone ever, so the prospect of someone wanting to kiss him was enough to blindside him. Combined with the look Rhys had given him, it was almost inevitable that he would lock up.

At the change from Rhys, he glances up at the mistletoe again.

"You- Oh. You didn't want a kiss." He felt a little stupid assuming that, but still couldn't quite shake off the feeling that Rhys had... "It's nice."