You've been known to taking things a little too literally, no one seemed to mind though, some thought it was funny.

But also having depression... it was a odd mix. Something with your brain must have been... "off" to say the least. Regardless, you became close friends with Gaz, he liked how silly you were and understood your jokes.

Lately your therapist has been telling you to be more open and when you asked them to clarify they said you should vent to your friends and trusted people more.

So you went back to the base, pondering and trying to find out, eventually you get a idea how to do that..

Gaz wasn't expecting what he saw when he walked into your room to see you stuck in your ceiling vent, stuck.

After some struggle, he gets you down, catching you. He asks you how you got stuck or what you were even doing in there and after pondering and plenty of hesitation, you answer. "My therapist told me to vent." And Gaz just stares at you, probably regretting everything.