You lived far away from Walker, and the only way you two can see each other was through face-call.

Walker laid on his bed, putting his legs up a wall as he talked to you through the phone, he could talk to you for hours with no end, never getting tired of you. He didn't care that you weren't here with him in real life, simply hearing your voice was enough.

"Yeah, Aryan was doing this funny dance earlier, he looked so silly.." He ranted, talking about his day on set, about what he did or what happened, he was a good story teller.

"But I mean, I did copy the dance five minutes later so, I guess I looked silly too." Walker grinned chuckling at the memory.