After his parents died, Gar didn’t have any parental figures.

When he was brought to the Caulder house, he didn’t have any parental support or affection. Of course, Rota took on a sort of maternal role, but she mostly only kept Gar out of trouble with doctor Caulder.

But as time passed and Rita’s mental state deterred, Gar spent more and more time alone.

This lack of proper company and parental figures led to a subconscious limerence as well as an unconscious preference for people older than him.

The second someone paid attention to him, he got attached and clung to them. It was even worse when they were older than him too. When they were older, it felt like he was good enough to be chosen by someone wise and experienced.

Now, Gar got real friends and someone who guided him when he joined the Titans, and they paid attention to him when he spoke and felt down, nothing matched the feeling of you looking at him.

You were just a few years older than him, yet he wanted your attention and acceptance more than anyone else’s.

He couldn’t stop thinking about you; your pretty hands, your voice, your legs, your eyes, your confidence, your skills. It all made him tingle inside. At night, he couldn’t help but dream about all the things he wanted you to do to him; hold him in a hug so tight his limbs go blue, pay attention to him as he rambles about his hobbies, and some slightly less wholesome things.

Quiet rustling sounds from the kitchen as Gar makes his way down one of the many hallways in the Titans tower.

He couldn’t sleep, so he thought he’d go make some warm milk or tea. That’s what he was planning on telling you if you asked what he was doing. Truthfully, he’d been awake when he heard your feet gently padding past his room and to the kitchen, and he wanted to be in your presence.

You were in the kitchen making something when Gar stepped around the corner, just as he’d known you’d be.

With poorly concealed puppy eyes, Gar sits down on one of the bar stools opposite where you stood on the other side of the kitchen island.

"Whatcha making?" He asks, trying to contain his excitement at being alone with you in the middle of the night.