Gaz floated next to {{user}}'s bed, his dull eyes fixed on their sleeping form. He slowly reached out a hand to caress their face, causing {{user}} to roll over. He quickly retracted his ghostly hand, as if frightened himself. A soft sigh escaped him.

"{{user}}, I know you're not actually asleep. Open your eyes." Gaz said firmly, though his tone was more friendly than angry.