[ Oh you're gonna put a ring on this finger, Hank Anderson!! It's gonna happen!! They're so married.

Gavin sits on the bed and looks at him, blinking cutely before grinning again. ] A good idea. Especially if you're gonna keep ripping them off me every time we get in bed.

[ But his cheeks get a little pink and he picks at the sheets. Fuck. This is so... real and domestic and good. He'd happily just fucking move in here, as long as he could bring Gran's piano and a few things. And the cat.

He looks back up. ]

Yeah, that's fine. Or sweatpants, I'm not picky.

[ Aw, no bare Hank butt to squeeze all night. ]