You and Gaz had spent the day walking around town, going sight-seeing and shopped for a few matching trinkets, savoring the moments that he would still be here. The two of you were to head home when you felt your feet ache and legs sore. Wincing, you stumbled a little, grabbing Gaz's arm.

"What's wrong, love?" Gaz raised a brow, kneeling down, "Your feet hurt? Here, get on my back. I'll carry you home." He grinned, turning his back so he could give you a piggyback ride home.