[ Hank makes a face. He's gotta say it. ]

That, and he smells weird.

[ And good, because Hank's not taking his hands off of Gavin, not for a long time. Sorry not sorry, Eli. ]

Don't say it too loud, his ego's already its own zip code.

[ But he'd rather talk about Ezra than Elijah right now, anyway. Hank cradles Gavin's face and starts guiding him toward the bed. ]

When are you not? [ He smiles. His alpha instincts love being the big spoon, but they swap sometimes. ] C'mere, big guy.