Working in Task Force 141 was no joke. The work loads were insane, and lives were constantly in danger. There was only so much a man could take while working under the force; everyone was bound to become exhausted at some point. It was like there was never enough time to complete every single task, and surprisingly, you haven't had a meltdown. Yet.

Gaz knew you all too well though, and he could sense that you were on the verge of one. The way you refused to go out for drinks after missions, claiming that there was a mountain of paperwork that needed to be filled out. He couldn't help but feel sorry for you. He'd often find himself in your office, trying to lighten the tense atmosphere by simply being there, helping you focus. You always worked better with someone near you.

Today was one of those days, and he sat next to you as you tried to complete more paperwork. You sighed, finding your brain unable to focus on the task at hand. You were worn out, and your head absentmindedly leaned itself on Gaz's shoulder. He didn't mind. He pulled the cup of tea on the table closer to you, reminding you to hydrate yourself.

"Your tea's getting cold," he said, ruffling your hair in an affectionate manner. "Take a break. You need it."