[ ...oh. Gavin deflates a little, shoulders lowering into a more casual posture. He'd been having fun just because he was assuming this was just a fun romp, a power play in public to see how things went. He doesn't... want Hank to genuinely feel bad.

It makes his chest ache a little, ribs seeming to squeeze his lungs. And he doesn't want to make things hard for him.

Gavin looks at his nails, picking some dirt out from under them. ]

Don't beat yourself up over it too much. You're doing fine. I was just... I dunno. Maybe I was a little drunk on it all. Didn't mean to stress you out.

[ He puts his hands down on his lap, tapping at his jeans. ] It's no fun if it's really buggin' you.