Gaz had a difficult time opening up, he always felt like he needed to keep everything deep inside, where you couldn't see.

You had gotten him to talk in the past, but it was rare that he would do it on his own, so tonight was special.

You both were winding down. You sat on the bed, scrolling on your phone, when Gaz had walked out of the bathroom. Maybe it was the after-mission depression, or his reflection in the mirror, but he felt dirty.

".. I think I'm a bad person." He admits.