Peter looks a little bummed by Walter's pessimism, so all he can manage is a "We don't know that for sure." He starts to leave, but then Walter asks if he's seen Walternate. "No. Nobody has. He's become a recluse," says Peter. Which makes sense, given that he came over here to save his world, only to be stuck here when his world was destroyed, says Walter: "Not to mention having the same face as the most reviled man in the universe," he adds, and now there is some more discussion between Walter and Peter about Walter's trial, and how Peter spoke in Walter's defence -- Peter points out that he's the one who got in the machine and destroyed the other universe, and Walter counters by saying the courts perceived that he did it to defend their universe. "This all began with me and my hubris," says Walter. Wait, so what did they think Walter was doing such that he's a dangerous criminal locked away for life while Peter walks the streets all stubbly and widow's-peaked? Walter wants to thank Peter for speaking in his defence, even though Peter clearly did such a shitty job that Walter got thrown away in prison to rot for the rest of eternity and was probably lucky not to be sentenced to death. Touchingly, Peter says, "No matter who's at fault, you're my dad." And he walks off, leaving his father to look like he's about to burst into tears any moment. He pulls a Red Vine from the book, and chews, cries and smiles all at once.
Meanwhile, in a tasteful apartment of beige and chrome, Olivia pours a couple of glasses of wine from a nondescript black box labeled "Table Wine," and tells Peter that the steaks he's frying up -- which appear to have come from a couple of cans simply labeled "steak," swear to god -- smell "insanely good." He says that after the day they had, they deserve better than takeout, and without having eaten them, I'd like to put my vote for "takeout" ahead of canned steak.
Olivia wonders how Peter's holding up, because Walter always used to cook when he was worried about Peter, and Peter says that of all the bad habits he could have picked up from Walter, that's the least of them.
Then he notices, tacked to the fridge, a picture of a woman, man and child, with a rainbow over top, which apparently came from Amanda across the street: "That's you and me and the little baby that we're gonna have that she is planning on babysitting," says Olivia, and Peter wants to get cracking on starting that, and Olivia calls him out on how gross he is to use a drawing from a little girl to get lucky.