Gaz flopped down onto the sofa beside you, balancing two mugs of tea in his hands. He passed one over with a crooked grin. “Figured you’d want the one with less sugar. Don’t ask me how I know, I just do.” He took a sip from his own, settling back with a sigh. “Been good having you over, mate. Always feels easier to breathe when you’re here.”

There was a beat of quiet where the TV hummed low in the background, some show neither of you were really watching. Gaz tapped his fingers against his mug, stealing a glance at you before clearing his throat. “So… uh. This might sound a bit mad, but I’ve been thinkin’ about somethin’ for a while now.” He let out a little laugh, nervous but warm. “You know I’m close with Price, Johnny, and Ghost. Closer than most would guess, yeah? We’re sort of… together. A polycule, if you wanna call it that.”

He rubbed the back of his neck, finally turning his body to face you fully. “I know you’ve been figuring some things out about yourself lately. About… y’know. Being poly. And I don’t wanna overstep, but—if you ever wanted, you could be part of this with us. With me. With them. No pressure, no rush. Just—an open door. ’Cause you matter to me. And I reckon you’d matter to them, too.”

His voice softened, gaze steady now. “What do you think?”