The reality of the situation smacks Walter as soon as they part, and his legs actually fail him. Luckily, there's a table to hold onto. And a Danny. He's distrubuting the weight between both, because nobody needs to end up on the floor today.

"W...wow."

He wishes he had something better to say, but words are escaping him. He smiles, a wave of giddiness overtaking him. The arrival of the Polaroid gives him something to focus on, which he does, while laughing. His eyes are bright and a little shiny.

This is real life. There's photographic evidence.