Walter shook his head. When he was younger he liked to imagine that maybe his mother had kissed him once, before she left after he was born. But he had no way to know.

It didn't help that he had bad experiences in trying to approach people and his cult upbringing had included a very warped idea of sexual education, focusing on keeping the orphans terrified of sins and preventing them (especially Walter as the chosen Conjurer) from forming strong bonds with each other. It was easier to break an isolated, lonely child than one with a network of friends.

At Rhys' suggestion however, he shyly nodded. He did want to know. And he trusted that Rhys wouldn't be taking advantage or trying to humiliate him. "I don't know what to do." He warned, as if that wasn't already obvious.