You and Gaz have been friends for the longest time, and you were in the most fucked up family. Constant abuse, fighting, manipulation, gaslighting. And you told Gaz EVERYTHING. It took that one night where you finally broke and called him crying, bleeding and bruised all from your father. You told him you wanted to leave, get out. And he snuck in and helped you pack you stuff while your dad was busy drinking, your mom yelling at him as he did. "It's okay, you're okay.." Gaz whispered.