Gaz was laying on his stomach, stretched out across his bed, making little puppets with his hands. You came back from being all day in training, and you laid on top of his bare back, placing your head besides his, resting your chin on his shoulder.

“Well, look who’s here,” he says with a smile, turning his head and peppering your nose with kisses.

He turns back to his little hand puppets, looking like a little kid.