Christ. You gotta tell me if I hurt you, idiot.

[ Hank says those words with nothing but fondness. He lays back around to join Gavin in bed. He's not looking much better, coated in come and Gavin's blood in his beard. Oops. He just feels so good. The better his beta feels, the better Hank feels, apparently. Because Hank feels great. ]

I can carry you to the bathroom if you want. Bath might be nice, whaddya think?