"I wouldn't know." He'd never had children, and he didn't see his Pokemon that way. They were companions - not pets or minions or children. Something entirely unique and special. But even he could see that Petey was a different kind of unique. He still has no idea what to make of Petey's behaviour towards him, or the constant cheek pats.

"He seems..." He paused, trying to find the correct words. Autism wasn't well known of in the 80s, let alone in small, middle of the wood orphanages run by abusive cults. He could tell this wasn't...'damaged' behaviour. Petey wasn't acting like the frightened, truamatised kids Walter grew up around. But it wasn't typical behaviour either. He ate thoughtfully. "He seems different, to other Espurrs I've seen."