Your anxiety creeps up on you when you least expect it sometimes. Especially after you feel like you've had a good day.

When Gaz hears you hyperventilating in the shower, he wastes no time rushing to your aid. He pushes the sliding door aside and kneels in front of you. Water flows over his clothed body, but he doesn't care. Gaz cups your cheeks and makes you look at him from your sitting position in the corner.

"Hey, hey, look at me. I'm here, don't worry. What's wrong, love? Talk to me."