I love it when some idiot willingly gives them rocket launchers. [Wally makes space -puts the snacks between the two of them instead of just on his side- and slumps down on the couch to watch with Jaime. His heart doesn't seem in it; he keeps picking at loose threads in his clothes and even with all that food there, he's only halfheartedly mowing through a bag at a time.

When the episode ends and rolls over into the next Wally finally gives up and groans, tilting his head back.] Ugh. Look. I'm...sorry. I know you were just trying to help me out.