Walter saw the good in everything.
Even in a horrible situation. Or in horrible people.
He wasn’t dumb. Just a little naive.
Always shocked and disappointed when the worst revealed itself.
He was gifted with perceptiveness. Good an anticipating things.
Maybe he wouldn’t be a leader, but he could find leaders and work through them.
That’s how he got by in the world.
Not like Rasputin and the Tsar, or Cassandra the ignored prescient, but more like an angel of a man’s better nature, whispering into his ear.
At the end of the day, clutching his teddy bear, falling asleep.