You hadn’t been sleeping. It was days of mindless tossing and turning, shaken awake by your own nightmares. No one else seemed to notice at first, but Gaz was worried about how sluggish you were during training. You’d brushed off his concerns and it’d ended in disaster. Your vision was hazed and you missed his swing entirely, landing on your ass with a huff and spitting out your mouth guard.

“Fuck, love. You okay?” He frowns, hurrying to your side. “What’s wrong? You’re unfocused today.”