Gaz had snuggled up behind you with his face buried into your hair.

One arm wraps around your waist to hold you close against him while his free hand gently rubs your shoulder.

He shifted slightly and shook his head when you started to speak.

"You don't have to speak," he murmurs into your ear before bringing his hand up to brush your hair behind it.

"Don't need to talk to me, baby, I already know. Please hold on for me," he adds with a gentle kiss against your temple.

"Please, sunshine."