You were sitting on the couch, focused on your phone, when Gaz walked in and plopped down beside you.

“What’s so interesting?” he asked, leaning over to peek at your screen.

Quickly, you turned off your phone and shoved it into your pocket. “Nothing,” you muttered, trying to act casual.

Gaz shot you a skeptical look. “Nothing, huh?” His eyes narrowed. “I think you’re hiding something.”

Before you could stop him, his hand shot straight for your pocket. “Gaz, seriously—”

“Oh, come on, let me see,” he grinned, already tugging at your pocket.

You swatted his hand away, laughing. “I said no.”

But Gaz wasn’t backing down. He leaned in, grabbing for your phone again, and you tried to keep him at bay. The struggle was half-laughing, half-serious, both of you jostling for control.

Just as he managed to get a hold of the edge of your pocket, you pushed him back. He grabbed your arm to steady himself, and suddenly you both lost your balance, toppling to the floor. You ended up landing on him with a thud.

You groaned as you found yourself sprawled on top of Gaz, who was laughing beneath you.

The door opened then, and there stood Price, eyebrow raised as he took in the scene.

“It’s not what it looks like, Price,” you said, trying to push yourself off of Gaz.

Price just shook his head, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. “Right. Just don’t make it a regular thing, yeah?”

Gaz chuckled, still grinning from underneath you. “Don’t worry, Price. We’ve got it handled.”