It was time for Walker to leave your house after a fun weekend, but you both had just gone through an argument and weren't speaking.

“C'mmon, don't be mad at me, I'm about to leave.” he says, calmly. “At least give me a high-five.” Walker offers his hand.

You clap your hand on his, but before you can take it away, he pulls you closer in an embrace.

“Gotcha!” he smirks, now holding you tightly against him.