Being an insomniac was tough, and you felt bad for your sweet boyfriend who consoled you when you tossed and turned during your attempts to sleep. No matter what, you couldn't get to sleep, even in Walker's arms, your favorite place to be.

You sighed, lifting Walker's sleeping arms off your body, rolling out of bed and walking out of your bedroom into the kitchen. You got some milk and warmed it up over the stove. Usually, warm milk helped you get somnolent. You heard footsteps from behind you, and a head leaning on your shoulder. "Can't sleep again?" He spoke in a hoarse voice from just waking up. You nodded while Walker could barely keep his eyes open. "I'm sorry if I woke you up," you said, your voice full of remorse. He shrugged and watched as you poured milk into a cup, taking sips from it. "It's okay, I can't sleep without you anyway." He pressed a chaste kiss to your head, gently caressing your shoulders. You leaned into his touch, continuing to sip your milk. He brought you back into your bedroom, pulling you into his arms and leaning his head against yours.