[ Well being held and sniffed by Hank does make him feel a little better for a moment. He sort of melts into his touch, letting out a sad little coo of a growl. Ugh, he feels like shit.

Gavin grabs onto Hank's forearm. ]

I-I don't know, I don't think so... [ He thinks back and— Oh shit. ] S-She dropped her handkerchief, maybe it had something on it? I...

[ His eyes open wide. ] I think I'm gonna hurl.