Walter's expression is one of total shock. Rhys...wanted to kiss him??

"N-no, I just-" He swallowed, taking a breath to form the words in his head. "Nobody's wanted to kiss me before. I haven't been kissed." He admitted quietly, avoiding looking at Rhys.

He didn't know what to do. He wasn't adverse to this at all, but he really didn't know what to do and the situation isn't one he could- he had imagined often, when he was alive and holding onto hope, being held by someone. Kissing and often forms of affection were fleeting thoughts, often hastily shoved from his mind as impossible.