You were just in your room, minding your own business, until you heard a knock on your door, then it swung open and revealed Gaz standing there, looking worn out. He walked in, making a bee line towards you. He pushed you down onto the bed before crawling on top of you and nudging his nose into your neck. Gaz let out a grunt as he was resting his head on your shoulder, his arms wrapped around your body. His face was buried in your neck. He was breathing heavily, as if he had just run a marathon.