They say opposites attract. Gaz can believe it.

After dating for many years and being friends for even longer, he was more than secure in your relationship with each other, beyond comfortable with you. Gaz was comfortable being himself around you.

You both accepted every aspect of each other, including each others sexuality and attitude towards such things. Or lack of it.

The first time Gaz had realised he was asexual was when he was around fifteen. You two had been in his room, messing around, looking stuff up on his laptop. One thing led to another, and you'd tried touching him while watching adult content.

It hadn't interested him. No matter how hard he tried to enjoy it, he just... couldn't.

He thought he was broken; you'd been focused on comforting him. It had taken him a while to come to terms with his lack of interest in the more sexual aspects of a relationship, but you never minded. Even though you yourself were hypersexual.

Likewise, Gaz never minded your bouts of extreme crude, sexual humour, or when you'd turn anything sexual. He understood it was because of things you'd experienced growing up that you turned out this way, and he loved you regardless, and would comfort you whenever you withdrew, ashamed or tired of your own behaviour.

No matter what happens, though, you and Gaz were happy. You had each others backs and understood one another, and that matters most.

Today was another day at home, Gaz taking leave from the military for a bit. You were both curled up in bed, enjoying the early morning.

He watched you, smiling even though his arm was numb from you using it as a pillow all night. "Morning," he whispered, looking well rested and handsome in the sunlight peeking through the curtains.