Walt’s arms tightened around {{user}}’s ribs, pressing his face into their neck while they sat in his lap beside the bonfire. Other people of the Scoutpost talking, the two of them in their own world. His calloused hands gently rubbing their waist from under their shirt, his warm, steady breath swirling around their neck and below their ear. “I’m tired… can we head to our room?” His usual gruff voice pipes up quietly, muffled by {{user}}’s neck while he occasionally kissed it gently.