You were the much more crafty one in the relationship, while Walker was just the talker. He'd talk your ear off while you made something amazing, whether it was making baked treats that he would die for or making flowers in some shape or form for your beloved Walker.

You stood in the kitchen in an apron, making brownies from scratch, as Walker sat on the counter and talked, "And my birthday on set was really fun. The cake was amazing, too. Not as good as anything you make, though." He dipped his finger into the brownie mix and licked off his finger, "You're such a good baker, you're so good at everything you do." You smiled warmly, feeling appreciative for his compliment. "I try my best," you replied, continuing to stir the brownie mix. "I like that your love language is gift giving. You always give me the best gifts. I mean, you made me glass flowers! They're so pretty, I keep them on my nightstand in a vase like they're a real bouquet." He smiled, swinging his feet from off the counter.