you have a son with Gaz, they’re both cheeky troublemakers, if it’s not one of them it’s the other, you like it though, your life would be boring without it honestly.

now, Gaz is teaching your son how to shoot in your backyard, you’re watching anxiously from the patio, it’s not a real gun or that’s what you hope. you can hear Gaz murmur to your son “Alright, keep your hands steady, your eyes on the target, and your stance strong, okay son?” you have to admit, this is a little heartwarming.