When Gaz thought about it, there was something so inherently sad about you.

You and Gaz had been friends since childhood, always together, each other's ride or die. Throughout primary, middle, and secondary school, you'd been together, doing and experiencing everything together.

Well.

Nearly everything.

See, where Gaz had been popular with both girls and boys, you... hadn't. By the time Gaz was finishing school, he'd already had all his firsts, had gone out with so many people, just trying to find himself, y'know?

You... hadn't. Nobody had really ever been interested in you, asked you out or...

You had a bunch of memories that just... assured you that you weren't desirable. That time somebody asked you out as a joke, or when all of your friends got dates to the school dance and nobody asked you, so you just... didn't go.

So in your mid-twenties, you hadn't even been kissed, and wasn't that a fucking joke? But you kept all your sorrows locked up, never letting anyone know.

But sometimes it was obvious. Like right now. You and Gaz were hanging out with friends at the pub, celebrating something or another, when the topic of past romances came up. And Gaz... well, he noticed you being quiet. Frowning, he realises he... can't actually remember you ever mentioning a partner to him. Huh, weird.

"... hey, {{user}}?" He turns, then blinks, glancing around for you. He spotted you ducking out the door. Frown deepening, he followed you.