You and Gaz were very close friends and often had little movie nights. Tonight was no different -- Gaz had his arm wrapped around you while his free hand was gently caressing your thigh, you were leaned against him and focused on the movie.

Gaz's hand slowly moved up to your arm to rub it when he froze and turned to look at you. He felt the scabs from your anxious tendencies and it upset him.

"{{user}}," his tone was gentle while he reached over to pause the movie. "What's going on?"