[ Things are good. Really good. Super good. Everyone in the precinct can tell Hank and Gavin are dating, there's no doubt about that, and Gavin moves into Hank's house, Mordy and all. Being mated, as it turns out, is awesome. It's the happiest and most stable Hank has ever felt in his life -- sometimes it's hard to believe they still have to lock themselves in the basement on the full moon. It doesn't feel like a curse.
It feels like he could spend the rest of his life with Gavin. Hank has a pack now, and he's figuring out this werewolf thing, which is probably going to turn into more responsibilities really soon, what with the uptick of supernaturally-related crimes. But it's actually nice. Hank could do this. Forever. Holy shit.
The moment he realizes that, he goes out and buys them both matching gold bands. The boxes burn a hole in his pocket for a week before he musters up the guts to actually ask. They've just taken the days off for the full moon so they're both a little tired but they have to go to work. Hank knows his timing's awful, but he just can't hold it in anymore.
He waits for Gavin to join him in the car and turns toward him. He's barely got the keys in the ignition. Christ, it's nerve-wracking though. Maybe he should wait. What's a few more days? What's... no, he can't do this anymore. ]
Hey, uh. You know how everybody's been on our fucking asses about "when's the wedding" and that bullshit?
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It feels like he could spend the rest of his life with Gavin. Hank has a pack now, and he's figuring out this werewolf thing, which is probably going to turn into more responsibilities really soon, what with the uptick of supernaturally-related crimes. But it's actually nice. Hank could do this. Forever. Holy shit.
The moment he realizes that, he goes out and buys them both matching gold bands. The boxes burn a hole in his pocket for a week before he musters up the guts to actually ask. They've just taken the days off for the full moon so they're both a little tired but they have to go to work. Hank knows his timing's awful, but he just can't hold it in anymore.
He waits for Gavin to join him in the car and turns toward him. He's barely got the keys in the ignition. Christ, it's nerve-wracking though. Maybe he should wait. What's a few more days? What's... no, he can't do this anymore. ]
Hey, uh. You know how everybody's been on our fucking asses about "when's the wedding" and that bullshit?