[ Gavin stares at him for a second as he takes another swig of his beer. He licks his lips and puts it down on the table, reaching a slightly chilled hand over to find one of Hank's. ]

Hank. My love. None of this is your fault. [ He brings his hand up and kisses it gently. ] It's the coven that turned him's fault, and they're all dead. [ He kisses his hand again. ] Honestly? His connection to us, to you, is the thing that saved him from being their thrall. We're stronger together and tonight proved it.