It was a slower morning for you and your partner, you hadn’t ever really been a person for physical touch, more words and actions.

So when Gaz comes to you with a tattered uniform and plea’s with you to assist him with patching it up

you took it from him and like a dog to prey he was quick to retrieve the sewing kit.

He didn’t get into your way, watching you slowly stitch up the army attire, his watchful gaze admiring you and your handiwork

“Thank you handsome”

he hummed