Gaz held your head in his lap, smiling gently as you giggled at a joke he'd cracked. He brushed the hair from your face, his fingers gentle against your forehead. You were lying down on the couch after training had ended, your head lazily resting in Gaz's lap, to which he allowed you, finding it adorable.

"You're so pretty." He suddenly mumbled, admiring you with gentle brown eyes.