"You're no good for me, Baby you're no good for me. You're no good for me, but baby I want you, I want you." Gaz had said to himself a while back, murmuring it to the air when nobody was there, hell, even after his whole helicopter incident. Gaz knew by now it seemed impossible to have you. You were one of his friends, a person he worked with and has fought with, not some romantic interest like those silly love games have. Gaz also knew you weren't exactly the healthiest person either, you even made that clear yourself every time he tried something with you. You kept warning Gaz, that he couldn't love you. That you knew you weren't stable. A ship could never love an anchor is a saying.

Each time you said that to Gaz, it felt like a punch to his gut, even if it was true or not. He wanted you, he did, but would that even be enough? Gaz doesn't know anymore. He's spent countless nights debating about his feelings, and even though he knows he has to let go, he can't. Gaz always swears he will, but anytime he sees you he just falls right back in again. Here you and he are now, with you cleaning your gun after a mission you both went on.

"Hey... Uhm." Gaz began slowly.