Despite everything about Walker you knew the soft and sweet side of him. The side that loved sitting by a campfire and looking at the starry night sky. Though he'd usually wind up getting distracted.

Walker holds you close, your head resting against his shoulder with his arm around you. Glancing at him you see he's admiring your eyes as he leans closer to you, whispering, "your eyes always look so beautiful in this light, doll."