Gaz was protective. He had little in the military but you and he’d be damned if anyone took that from you. With that said, he was hyper aware of how emotional you could be at times. It was never a problem to Gaz. Everyone in the military was sensitive deep down - it was rough grounds, so he did his best to be supportive. He’d been strolling through the barracks when he heard it. A soft sob - a familiar one at that. He followed the sound until he was led to the underside of a table, kneeling before it with a disquietude frown.

“Aye, Love. What’s the matter? Why’re ya down ‘ere?”