You walked into your bedroom, stressed… You had your hands full of your hair… You were taking deep breaths before Gaz came into the room, startled slightly…

“Hey, what’s wrong?” His voice softened as he got closer, but kept his distance… The only thing you could say was ”stressed.” He stared for a moment before an idea popped into his head.

“Do you… want to cuddle? See if that calms you?” He smiles gently at you, offering a hand for you to take.