“I called it, you were going to get sick from that.” Gaz chuckled as he settled a tray on your lap, a hot bowl of soup and your favourite drink placed on top of it.

You rolled your eyes, wanting to give him a quick witted retort but your foggy mind couldn’t think up anything quick enough.

Gaz smiled at you, reaching his hand forward and ruffling your hair gently. “Anything else you want, love?”