Wallter and you had a significantly close relationship, like a father and child relationship, he treated you as if you were his child.

He was laid in his double, comfy and cluttered-with pillows bed with you curled up beside him, squealing with excitement as he put on his reading glasses and opened your favourite childish book. He rolled his eyes with somewhat mild amusement, chuckling as his eyes laid upon the childish images and writing.

“This is..childish.”

He would chuckle.