Walker loved listening to you play the guitar. It was cute how passionate you were about playing the guitar. He'd always sit on your bed as you played. He'd even request songs for you to play.

Today was no different. He sat against your pillows, holding one against his chest as you played. Once you finished playing, he tugged on the sleeve of your shirt. "Can you play good luck, babe?" He raised his eyebrows and gave you those puppy eyes, the ones you couldn't say no to.