[ Hank dreams peacefully, more peaceful than he's used to. He's pretty sure he's there with someone—his brother? It's nice. He isn't alone. The two of them are just playing, putting together a puzzle that's way too complicated for kids their age.
Or it would be, if it was anyone else. Not him and Eli.
Not them.
Hank wakes up after that, a little disoriented and lost, thought the memories of the previous day comes back soon enough. Christ, did all that really happen? He's laying in bed, alone, but the pants he leant Gavin are on the floor, and Hank knows he could feel it if his mate was far away.
No, his mate is right there. Hank stands up and rubs his eyes, scratching his belly as he stumbles to the kitchen. ]
Morning.
[ Woah, Gavin making him breakfast? Is he wearing one of Hank's shirts? Hank balks, scratching at his eyes to make sure he isn't dreaming. ]
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Or it would be, if it was anyone else. Not him and Eli.
Not them.
Hank wakes up after that, a little disoriented and lost, thought the memories of the previous day comes back soon enough. Christ, did all that really happen? He's laying in bed, alone, but the pants he leant Gavin are on the floor, and Hank knows he could feel it if his mate was far away.
No, his mate is right there. Hank stands up and rubs his eyes, scratching his belly as he stumbles to the kitchen. ]
Morning.
[ Woah, Gavin making him breakfast? Is he wearing one of Hank's shirts? Hank balks, scratching at his eyes to make sure he isn't dreaming. ]
Holy shit...