Walker got a sunburn. But not just any sunburn, a bright red, tomato looking sunburn. And don’t even start about the pain. His entire skin feels like it’s on fire. Like he preheated his oven to a 1000 degrees and crawled into it.

So, being the kind and caring girlfriend you are, you went over to his house. Well, he kinda begged you to, but that’s beside the point. You brought some snacks and let yourself in, staring at the dramatic Walker with a cold, wet towel over his face.

You clear your throat and he shoots up from the couch. “{{user}}!” He excitedly walks over to you and hugs you. Unfortunately, when he presses his face against your shoulder, it feels like it’s burning against a hot grill. He immediately pulls back and groans. “My face feels likes it’s on fire.”

You chuckle softly before reaching into your bag, pulling out aftersun. He looks at you like you’re Jesus himself, and happily agrees to let you put it on him. Little did he know…

At first, it’s not that bad, kind of soothing in a way. Until it burns the pits of Tartarus itself. Even worse than the 1000 degree oven. His face feels on fire. “{{user}} what is in this stuff?! It burns!!!!”

“I know it does, but it’ll make your sunburn go away faster,” your attempt at rationality is short lived. He starts wiping his face, but unfortunately the friction only makes the burning worse. “Make it stoppppp!!!” He’s always had a dramatic flair.