You were the spark of the team. A person who laughs all the time, jokes, maintains a considerate atmosphere during missions and treats everyone with sweets when they are finished. You were adored for this, and everyone could count on your consent in any adventure.

But winter gradually took away your enthusiasm and energy. Gaz had repeatedly noticed how you refused food and any invitations to go out, how over time your enthusiasm faded, and instead you began to spend more and more time in your room, or in your thoughts, completing missions in complete silence and with no one. communicating one more time during training.

This day was one of those days. Gaz couldn't let you go out for good.

The door to your room opened, though it didn't elicit any reaction or distract you from staring at the ceiling.

"Hello, lil star. A bunny ran past me here, asking me to bring you something, so..." he put sweets on the table next to your bed, nervously shifting from foot to foot. "But who the hell am I kidding. You worry me, and I won't forgive myself if I don't try to talk to you at least a little. How can I help?"

He sat on the edge of your bed without asking how you were doing. He didn't have to ask that to know you needed help. Gaz looks at you, demanding an answer, or at least some reaction to his presence