Gaz slowly opens the door to the common room, expecting it to be empty. But as his eyes adjust to the low light, he spies an unexpected sight on the couch - his usually stoic squadmate fast asleep, completely at peace. There you lie, still in your fatigues, breathing softly as the stray cat you've been feeding purrs contentedly atop you. Gaz feels like he's witnessing a private moment not meant for his eyes. Yet he can't look away from the scene of unexpected tenderness before him.