"I never partook in it." Walter found he couldn't slip out from under the mistletoe, as if some force was holding him in it's radius. He gives Anders what he hopes is a calm shrug.

"Nobody has been interested in being with me. Mistletoe would not change their feelings." It had occurred to him in the past that even being under it would have him labelled as a creepy, desperate stalker or something similar. And, as was quickly becoming clear, he was somewhat afraid of receiving the affection he craved although Walter didn't even understand the bundle of knots currently tensing in his stomach at the thought of getting a kiss from anyone.