[ Genuine smiles from Gavin are always so rare that it makes Hank want to curse himself. He's so stupid. Why is this affecting him like this? Where did these instincts come from and why is he acting so stupid over Gavin fucking Reed? Or Ezra Kamski, as Hank knows him now. Fuck, the knowledge that he knew some deep secret of Gavin's pleases some deep part of him. Like Gavin is his, like only he's allowed to know the real him.
Christ, he's turning into a fucking asshole. Hank might feel less shit than he normally does after the full moon, but he's already exhausted from having to hold himself back. He storms his way back to his desk with a shitty cup of coffee and goes back to work, burying himself in paperwork to try and keep himself from staring up at Gavin every five seconds. Connor expresses concern for him, offering to take some of his workload off his plate since he seems quote; "particularly irritable today."
Hank very politely tells him to fuck off. Which naturally Connor takes as an invitation to over-analyze the situation. Thank God Fowler's too busy to notice today's nonsense or Hank would seriously be in for it. Instead he just has to deal with Connor's dm'ing his terminal. ]
RK800-52: I think it's good that you agreed to take lunch with Detective Reed. The two of you clearly need to set up boundaries for work. I have detected a strong increase in pheromone production from both of you, which I understand can make things especially difficult given your conditions.
LTANDRSN: what part of fuck off didnt you get connor
RK800-52: I understand you have grown accustomed to dealing with these problems alone, but you do not have to. Please know I am here for you if you should need anything, Hank.
[ Hank snorts, rolling his eyes but appreciating the gesture nonetheless. It's about lunch time anyway, thank god. Hank stands from his desk and stretches his arms above his head, grabbing his keys and stopping by Gavin's desk on his way out. Fuck, he's gonna have to get him to start wearing scarves, this baring his neck thing makes Hank's jaw hurt. He wants to bite him so bad. ]
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Christ, he's turning into a fucking asshole. Hank might feel less shit than he normally does after the full moon, but he's already exhausted from having to hold himself back. He storms his way back to his desk with a shitty cup of coffee and goes back to work, burying himself in paperwork to try and keep himself from staring up at Gavin every five seconds. Connor expresses concern for him, offering to take some of his workload off his plate since he seems quote; "particularly irritable today."
Hank very politely tells him to fuck off. Which naturally Connor takes as an invitation to over-analyze the situation. Thank God Fowler's too busy to notice today's nonsense or Hank would seriously be in for it. Instead he just has to deal with Connor's dm'ing his terminal. ]
RK800-52: I think it's good that you agreed to take lunch with Detective Reed. The two of you clearly need to set up boundaries for work. I have detected a strong increase in pheromone production from both of you, which I understand can make things especially difficult given your conditions.
LTANDRSN: what part of fuck off didnt you get connor
RK800-52: I understand you have grown accustomed to dealing with these problems alone, but you do not have to. Please know I am here for you if you should need anything, Hank.
[ Hank snorts, rolling his eyes but appreciating the gesture nonetheless. It's about lunch time anyway, thank god. Hank stands from his desk and stretches his arms above his head, grabbing his keys and stopping by Gavin's desk on his way out. Fuck, he's gonna have to get him to start wearing scarves, this baring his neck thing makes Hank's jaw hurt. He wants to bite him so bad. ]
Ready to go, princess?