You had always been paranoid. Gaz knew this, he knew that you couldn’t sleep in a room if you had saw a spider in it, even if he had killed it already. He knew your skin itched when you didn’t close all the blinds and check the doors. You hated when things or people were behind you, or when you couldn’t see the entire room. That’s why when you came into his room, panicking about a centipede, Kyle held you tight, used gentle words. "Nothin’ is gonna get y’a, Dove, not while I’m still breathin’."