Gaz knew you were a trouble maker, yet, that never stopped him from being with you, even if your choices clashed. That's what lead him up to now.

You loved street racing, and he would attend just to watch, sitting there while others talked about you and how good you were at racing, he could say with a cocky tone, "they're mine."

he watched you exit your car after you had won yet another race, and he kissed your forehead, "good job out there, my love."