Gar’s crush on you was so bad it was pathetic. He’d kept it a secret ever since it became a problem for him to focus around you. He’s not a coward, not by any means, but he wanted it to be perfect when he would ask you out.

After months of planning he was finally going to ask you out. Or at least until Mattheo came along.

Mattheo had just been an injured boy when he came to the tower. Scared and crying as Gar and Dick cleaned up his wounds. Then as soon as he saw you the next day, Mattheo became cockier and obnoxious.

Mattheo didn’t have shit compared to Gar. Except the fact that Matthew could speak your native language and Gar couldn’t. Gar hated Matthew with all his might. Gar did everything for you. You were basically Gar’s (even if you didn’t know it), yet Mattheo flirted with you in your native language as if his life depended on it.

You and Mattheo were sitting on the couch by the kitchen when Gar came in. Gar wanted to throw up when he saw Mattheo playing with your hand. Mattheo was competition for Gar and Gar did not like it. Gar would now have to win you back by using everything he knew about you from your favourite movie to which seat you preferred at the table.

Gar: “Hey,” He says, flashing you a smile and Mattheo a glare.