[ Christ, Hank is so not used to people caring about him. It was bad enough with Connor invading his life and giving a shit about him. The way Gavin looks when he says these things, like he means them... Hank had simply grown so accustomed to never having anyone understand that he never even considered that it could happen. ]
Fuck.
[ Hank stares down at his hands, talking more to himself than anything. He thought he'd always have to be alone. But this isn't so bad, is it? It's almost.... nice. Maybe it doesn't have to be a curse all the time.
Hank reaches out before he knows what he's doing and sets a hand on the mark on Gavin's neck. They're connected now. Hank may need reminding sometimes, but damn if he isn't grateful for it. ]
You've got some fucked up taste, I'll give you that, Reed.
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Fuck.
[ Hank stares down at his hands, talking more to himself than anything. He thought he'd always have to be alone. But this isn't so bad, is it? It's almost.... nice. Maybe it doesn't have to be a curse all the time.
Hank reaches out before he knows what he's doing and sets a hand on the mark on Gavin's neck. They're connected now. Hank may need reminding sometimes, but damn if he isn't grateful for it. ]
You've got some fucked up taste, I'll give you that, Reed.