You were never one to talk about your past or struggles, but Gaz knew everything about you after the late night talks you two shared.

He knew about your past addiction, about the source and outcome of it. He was wary of how much alcohol you consumed.

But after a certain bad mission, you ended up in a bar. He was alongside you, giving you space. At least until you were about to order your fifth glass of whiskey. He took your hand as you reached out to give the bartender the money. “Enough.”