cuddling:

He liked it when she'd wrap her arms around his waist, small fingers entwined at the center of his torso, head resting on his back because he was too tall for her to reach his shoulders.

When she'd come home and join him on the couch, throwing her legs over his. He'd trace his fingers over them softly, the tickling prompting quiet giggles.

Sometimes when he'd get home late, he liked to crawl into bed with her, wrap his arms around her form and kiss her head, still fully clothed because he'd get impatient wasting time changing when he could be in bed.

Other times she would hold him, running her slender fingers through his messy black hair, his warm breath on her neck making her shiver.

She especially loved it when he'd give her sleepy butterfly kisses through the night, those were simply the best.

He knew she didn't mind the ugly scars that cursed his handsome face, but he would only remove the makeup to her when her day was horrible. It was a little surprise that would make her face light up and she would give him kisses all over his face in appreciation.

When his day went wrong, she would draw him a bath, the soapy bubbles and lavender soap would always tempt him. She would sit on the outside of the tub and draw lightly on his bare back, him murmuring all his problems to her and she would nod in understanding as she poured warm water over his head.

He liked giving her piggyback rides, and carrying her to bed when she was too sleepy. He thought doing cheesy things with her was cute, and he always avoided exposing her to the darker things in his life, though he never lied to her about them.

Honestly, Gamzee just wanted someone to take care of. He never got the privilege, but being around [Name] made him feel loved effortlessly, so he was damn sure she would never go a moment feeling lonely.

She was the only one who knew about all his flaws and still loved him, even his own father couldn't do that. To him [Name] was everything, and doing simple things like this made her happy, and seeing her laugh was better than any drug he had tried.

He knew they looked more cliche than one of Karkat's romantic comedies, but buying her flowers and taking her on dates was his ultimate high.

[Name] loved him and that's all he was worried about, So when she'd kick him out of her apartment or he'd accidentally break her heart, it wouldn't leave his mind until he could crawl back in her bed and wrap his arms around her again.

He was always afraid that one day he wouldn't be able to, so he always held on extra tight to her on those nights; silently begging her not to leave.

She was his miracle, it was the simplest way to explain it.