[ Hank grabs a seat and grins at his plate. It feels nice to have Gavin make food for him. Weirdly, food is one of those things that he can enjoy both mentally and instinctively, though he's pretty sure he's never been this psyched to have someone cook for him before. It's probably a werewolf thing, so he won't think too hard on it. ]

Yep. He wanted to see how we were doing. I told him you were fine, just sleeping off the worst of it. [ And he didn't let Connor see him because his instincts had gotten the better of him, but Hank won't say that. ] He offered to help out if we need anything leading up to the full moon.