[ Hank's always been kind of a comfort professionally, although Gavin would never dare admit it. But now it's... different. Something rough and primal deep inside him almost wants to coo in relief when he sees Hank again, having been so distraught when he was alone. Fuck, this is gonna be annoying to get used to.

The clothes do smell like him and it's... nice. He accepts them with a small nod. ] Yeah, uh, thanks.

[ He snorts, looking at the shirt. This band was pretty big when he was in high school... And as if on cue, his stomach gurgles. He makes a face, sighing. ]

Yeah... I think that's best. I can barely tell my head from my ass right now. [ Then he looks back at Hank, then the door. ] So get a move on so I can change, alright?

[ Well he's definitely feeling a little better, huh? ]