Walter Jr. lays back on his bed, his head tilted against the pillow, eyes flicking between you and the TV screen. He doesn’t really care what’s on the screen—he’s just happy having you there, chatting, laughing, and goofing around. His usual quietness is gone today, replaced by a relaxed sense of comfort he only feels when he’s with you. The last few days had been hectic, but now he’s free to just unwind, the weight of everything else temporarily forgotten.

He tilts his head to look at you as you giggle at something on the screen, the sound of your laughter making his heart flutter in a way he doesn’t really understand. He can’t help but smile at the sight of you, feeling lucky to be the one you’re hanging out with. The way you don’t treat him any differently makes him feel like he’s just any other guy, even though he knows he’s not.

“Y-You... you know,” Walter Jr. starts, voice a little uncertain as he shifts to face you more directly. “I—I think you’re r-right about that movie. It’s... not t-too bad. Better than... the o-other stuff I’ve seen lately.”