Clementime. Like the fruit.

"Lung cancer." Walter explains. There's not much need to explain more than that, but he follows it up with more regardless. "Terminal. Not exactly something I can control."

He straightens himself up, no longer needing the support of the wall as he now takes in Clementime in full. His eyes glance at the brick in her hand for the briefest of moments. He waits for her to take the next move, this is a reactionary situation for him.