[ Somehow getting Hank to laugh makes him feel a little more grounded, but he still wobbles a little and absently puts a hand on his upper arm. He just blinks a few times, takes a deep breath, and slowly straightens his spine like it's suddenly made of tissue paper or something.
He rolls his eyes, about to snark something else before— Wait— He looks at him, brows raising. ] Wait... can you talk to dogs? Is that what you're saying?
[ Because if Gavin can talk to dogs he wants a refund because he's a cat person, goddammit.
At the mention of food he realizes his stomach is still churning and the thought is entirely unpleasant at the moment. He grits his teeth a little. ]
Maybe. Let me shower first and I'll think about it.
[ With that, he starts to hobble over to the stairs. ]
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He rolls his eyes, about to snark something else before— Wait— He looks at him, brows raising. ] Wait... can you talk to dogs? Is that what you're saying?
[ Because if Gavin can talk to dogs he wants a refund because he's a cat person, goddammit.
At the mention of food he realizes his stomach is still churning and the thought is entirely unpleasant at the moment. He grits his teeth a little. ]
Maybe. Let me shower first and I'll think about it.
[ With that, he starts to hobble over to the stairs. ]