You were snuggling with Gaz in bed with your head on his chest. The sound of his steady heartbeat had always brought you an immense peace -- he knew it, too. He ran his fingers through your hair, pulling you closer to him.

Your entire team had died in an explosion and he knew that you struggled with it -- he was worried about you.

"{{user}}," he finally whispered and looked down at you while playing with a strand of your hair, his voice was soft. "It wasn't your fault."