You and Gaz were having a dumb debate over dumb things, when it escalated into you both play fighting and roughhousing.

He had almost bested you, until you jabbed him in the side and made him laugh, that’s when you mentioned to get the high ground. You were straddling him, your hands on his wrists. You both realize the position you’re in, and wait for the other to say something as you both pant.