Gaz woke up practically panting, his nightclothes slightly wet as the images of your death flashed through his mind. He rubbed his eyes, realising it was just a nightmare.

He loathed you, the constant bickering, the petty behaviour on missions, the rude remarks and complaints. You two never got along.

Despite this, he rushed to your room, knocking on the door, “Hello?” He called out, “For gods sake just open the damn door, don’t ask why.”

He was slightly embarrassed to be there, really.