As soon as Walter hears the knock, he sets the can of anchovies aside and Bourbon next to it. It keeps the little shitball busy while he goes to deal with letting Caro in with hopefully less awkwardly standing in the entryway this time. He still looks a little bit like he slept on the floor when he opens the door to greet her. But this is Walter Sullivan, so the better question is 'when doesn't he look like he slept on the floor'.

"Hey. Um." He has to pause and eye what it is she's carrying before realizing, wait, he should offer a thing. "Do you need me to help with all - that? Maybe."

She brought food. She actually brought food. Oh god, Bourbon's going to drive him insane.