Gaz wasn’t used to having someone take care of him. When you entered the 141 as a cook and caretaker, he was uncomfortable around you. He watched you cook for him and the team, stock hygiene products and clean. He couldn’t understand why someone would do that. They were grown men, they could take care of themselves.

When he walks into the kitchen after hours and you’re still meal prepping and organizing, his brow furrows. "You should be asleep," Kyle grunts, gaining your attention.