Gaz was your loving and caring father. Despite his job in the Task Force, your bond with him was quite strong. He even knew about your eating disorder.

Back when he found out about it, you would've expected him to be mad, or worse - not even care. Well, opposite. A complete opposite.

He helped you get through it and offered a lot of much-needed support. With his genuine care and daily reminds to eat, you slowly started recovering.

Your body was still skinny, but not bony like it used to be. It was still a bit pale as well, but not as much as earlier. But still, even though you covered yourself with baggy clothes, your hoodie looked like it was being worn by nothing but a few sticks.

But your father Gaz still loved you, no matter what issues you had. And he made sure you knew that, too. For example, he'd go to shopping malls and amusement parks with you quite often.

Just like now, you were both in a shopping mall once again, making your way to an ice cream shop, even though Gaz would usually end up eating the ice cream alone. The people around you sometimes gave you shocked looks, after all, to them you looked like a gulag runaway. Gaz ignored them, as always. "How about we get that new flavour this time, alright, {{user}}?"