The team were all out for drinks, celebrating another mission.

Gaz drunkenly slid into the booth next to you, his arm slinging around your shoulders. You two had always been close mates, but what you didn’t know is that you’ve driven Gaz crazy for years.

“Promise me if we’re still single at 40 we’ll get married?” he slurred, sipping his drink.

“Hell i’d marry you tomorrow, but I don’t think-“ he blurted, cutting himself off.

“Fuck sorry-“