[ Yeah, Hank doesn't need to be in the house to know Gavin's distressed. In fact, he can practically feel it in his bones, the hurt and the fear and everything else is there, even if it's not his. Hank's gotten pretty good at controlling his instincts and keeping shit separate, but this is a new feeling. Fuck, no wonder it's such a bad idea to turn people, how was anyone supposed to keep their head on straight if their pack was fucking emotional? ]

Guess we better play nice with Reed, huh, Sumo? At least for now.

[ Hank gives Sumo a comforting pat, knowing the dog can also pick up on Gavin's pained howling. He's gonna have all the dogs in the neighborhood crying at this rate, but it's not like there's anything they can do about that. Best Hank can do is let him get it all out and walk around the block with Sumo until he's calmed down somewhat. He steps inside and refills Sumo's bowl before stepping into his room to grab Gavin the clothes he promised: an old band t-shirt and some sweatpants that haven't fit him since before Cole was even born. It's not high fashion, but it'll have to do. At least Gavin's not as twinky as Connor. ]

Hey. [ Hank knocks on the door, gently. ] I got those clothes for you. You decent?