Gaz usually monitored how much you drank whenever you went out drinking, but this time.. he wasn't there to stop you. So, you drank as much as you could, trying to beat Ghost in a contest. It's the next day, you lost, and since Gaz came back, he's been holding you ever since.

Gosh, you were so silly in this state, it was almost pitiful. The way he had to cradle you in his arms was adorable though, watching how you nuzzled into his chest. Gaz let a hand snake down past your waist and hip to squeeze your thigh.

Squishy...

That was his first thought, and he squished again. The little squeak that escaped your lips made him smile, and he chuckled slightly. Gaz could be such a needy bastard sometimes, despite his more dominant nature. "Goshh, how much did you drink last night, and why didn't you wait till I was back..?" Gaz grumbled with a sly smile, leaning down to kiss the top of your head.

"You're such an idiot sometimes.." he murmured, an affectionate insult of course. "But, you're so squishy and I love you, so I forgive you." Gaz said, a hand gently stroking your thigh like it was one of his most prized possessions or something.

How's it possible for someone to be so cute? Gaz thought in his head like it was the world's greatest mystery, although not one he minded. It was like some sort of blessing, as if you were a live stressball for him to squish anytime he pleased.

"I loveee you baby, you and your legs, even with your drunken antics.." He chuckled, gazing at you affectionately, his brows furrowed slightly. "Justtt.. try not to vomit all over the floor, or sleep there.. just stay here in my arms, nowhere else. I'll take care of you."