Walker saw the kid leaning towards the table to put down his drink and then sitting back facing him again. "'Everybody' has a weakness. Even you." As he said those last words, Joel suddenly poked Walker's side who almost entirely jumped up from the couch in response. "Hey. Stop it!" he said with a little embarrassment coloring his words. As he regained himself, trying to play it cool, he sat back in his former position trying to give Joel one of his intimidating warning-gazes. Somehow, this time it had the completely opposite effect. Joel looked at Walker and just started smirking and laughing. "Hahaha, no way. Thát's your weakness?" Joel pointed his index finger in the direction of Walker's side, highly amused and playfully twirling it around as if threatening to poke again. "Don't" Walker pronounced clearly and in a firm fatherly way.
Walker knew his reaction wasn't just about the poking, he just really couldn't handle being touched right now – in any which way or form. He knew everybody thought of him as a cool, calm, and collected guy, but the truth was, most of the time he was horny as hell and dying inside. Up until now he was glad nobody had noticed that he was mainly wearing that hideous jacket all day to hide the continues presence of a semi hard-on. Working closely with Brendan and his intense lip-gazing hadn't helped reducing that either. And now. Now he was sitting on the couch in Brendan's living room, drunk, with Brendan's surrogate-son mentally rubbing his dick.