[ It definitely does. He hisses, although it's actually closer to a growl, and he covers his hears. He glares at Hank, biting the insides of his cheeks hard.
He... huh. Something feels weird, in the back of his mind, when he looks at Hank now. Something different. Something fierce and... loyal? He can smell the whiskey he drinks on his breath, his cologne, the scent of Sumo on his clothes. Thirium and plastic from Connor.
Gavin drops his hands and listens and— ]
What the fuck? [ It's meant to sound sarcastic but it comes out a little more hysterical. ] Werewolf?! You are fucking crazy, Hank, that—
[ He's about to go on a tirade but it stops as abruptly as it starts. Gavin sort of crumples and looks down at his stomach that he knows was riddled with fatal wounds not too long ago. He looks at his hands. ]
[ Yeah, the disbelief and the crazy talk was about what he expected. Hank just crosses his arms and nods. ]
How long have we known each other? Have I ever been the type to mess around about this? I wouldn't joke about this shit, Reed.
[ The healed wounds really speak for themselves, Hank knows he doesn't have to push too hard in that department. If Gavin remembers getting shot, he should know what should have happened. ]
That's right. You didn't. I wasn't about to explain all the fucking technicalities while you were dying, so here we are. Ask away.
[ That's the thing, he's totally right. And in hindsight, there sure were a lot of things that Hank just... walked away from with hardly a scratch. All those red ice raids, never getting injured when others did.
Fuck. Fuck.
He takes a shaky breath and looks back up at him, putting his hands down on his lap. Gavin chews on his lip for a moment, noting how quickly the chewed up flesh in his mouth healed over. ]
So... what? You my master or whatever now? Am I your little errand bitch? What's the arrangement here?
[ Of all the things, that's hardly the first Hank expected Gavin to ask about. ]
Woah, hey, that ain't how I do things. You think I saved your life so you could be some kinda servant to me? Please.
[ Hank raises his hands placatingly, shaking his head. ]
Look, I'm not going around to start my own pack or whatever the fuck. And to be completely fucking honest, I've never turned anybody, so I dunno what comes next, as far as you and me are concerned. I promised... some people I wouldn't. But I wasn't gonna let you die for saving my dumb ass.
[ He's used to people only ever expecting something from him, it's the first thing his mind jumps to; his mouth twists around a bit as he absorbs that, clicking his fingernails together. ]
Y'mean there isn't a DPD werewolf squad?
[ The quip is to hide the... interesting little feeling that flutters in his gut at that answer. Jesus, Hank, don't start making him think he's special or anything. Saving his life when he's been nothing but an asshole to you for years? Fuck.
Fuck, why is Hank such a goddamn good person? It really makes him want to do better. He swallows thickly. ]
I... thanks. [ He mutters it. Then let's just move on past that real quick: ] So, what? We get toothy and fuzzy on the full moon?
Yeah, Fowler didn't wanna invest in a dog whistle no matter how much I tried to sell 'im on it.
[ Hank snorts at the image. Yeah, you know dog whistles? Those suck. But don't worry, you're definitely not special, Reed!! Hank's just personally indebted to you and now you're stuck with him for the foreseeable (very long) future. ]
Pretty much. I stock up on raw meat and stay down here till it blows over. [ Hank shrugs. There's more to it, but that can wait. ] But from now on, things're gonna be louder, you're gonna smell everything until you get used to it and figure out how to block shit out, that kinda thing.
[ Good luck getting your cats to play nice now, Gav.... ]
[ Gavin rolls his eyes. The great irony of all of this: turned into a werewolf when you're a massive cat person.
He sighs and rubs at his temple a moment. ]
Sounds like a party... wait! That's the reason you take a day off once a month? Oh for fuck's sake—
[ He just sighs as the feeling comes and goes. For all the boundless energy he now possesses, he feels fuckin' exhausted. The complete change in existence and life will do that to a guy.
So he sighs and looks back down, picking at his destroyed shirt. ]
Yeah, smelling my old blood is driving me nuts. I'm gonna put a pause on this journey of self discovery until I can get cleaned up.
Pretty much. Ain't always cause I'm drunk off my ass.
[ Hank just shrugs. It's obvious now why he usually takes the day off -- Gavin will definitely need it on his first time, that's for sure, and Hank will need it so he can guide him. ]
I got a shower upstairs you can use. Sumo's smelled worse, he won't mind.
Werewolf and can still get drunk, huh? That's hilarious.
[ Yeah it's certainly... yeah. It's almost like there's a new set of thoughts in the back of his mind, his subconscious, giving him information and... suggestions. Like a growling, wolfy angel and devil on his shoulder. The longer he's settling into this, the more aware of it he becomes.
He picks at the dried blood and looks back up at Hank. ]
So you're not just gonna spray me with the hose? [ Quipping is definitely a defense mechanism. ] Yeah, uh, that'd be great.
[ He gets up, head rushing a little. He rubs at his temples again. ]
[ Hank's not gonna mess with him too much, since he's just getting used to all this stuff. But he can't stop himself from laughing at his quips. They're both assholes, let's be honest. ]
Yeah, I thought about it but then I'd have two wet mutts in my house. And I get enough shit from Sumo, I don't need you dragging mud in the house, too.
[ Hank's there despite everything, standing up as Gavin does and making it clear that he can lean on him if he needs to. The fact is Gavin almost died. He did die, technically. Hank knows the less they talk about it, the better. ]
I got food upstairs too. Doubt you wanna eat any of the shit that's down here right now.
[ Raw meat is great and all, but it's kind of jumping off the deep end here... ]
[ Somehow getting Hank to laugh makes him feel a little more grounded, but he still wobbles a little and absently puts a hand on his upper arm. He just blinks a few times, takes a deep breath, and slowly straightens his spine like it's suddenly made of tissue paper or something.
He rolls his eyes, about to snark something else before— Wait— He looks at him, brows raising. ] Wait... can you talk to dogs? Is that what you're saying?
[ Because if Gavin can talk to dogs he wants a refund because he's a cat person, goddammit.
At the mention of food he realizes his stomach is still churning and the thought is entirely unpleasant at the moment. He grits his teeth a little. ]
Maybe. Let me shower first and I'll think about it.
[ With that, he starts to hobble over to the stairs. ]
[ Hank shrugs. Talking to dogs isn't even the weirdest thing he can do, Gavin. ]
Kinda. I mean, they listen to me. I can, uh... kinda tell how they feel? Got a lot better at understanding their body language. But it's not like Sumo's gonna bark the words to Old McDonald or anything.
[ Hank smirks, still giving Gavin sass for all that he's going to help him up the stairs. See, he can be a good guy sometimes. ]
Not for nothing, Reed, but after recovering from that much shit -- if you don't eat you're gonna wanna claw your skin off in a couple hours.
[ Welcome to being kind of a dog, Gavin. It's not as bad as it sounds (ok, it definitely is,) but you get used to it. And the sounds will likely get less annoying once you've eaten something... though with the full moon coming up, that's. Hm. Yeah. ]
You got time.
[ Hank helps him up the stairs, leading him to the back door. Sumo's so excited to hear Hank is home, he's definitely whining behind the door. ]
Sure, right. [ He gives Gavin a look, taking in the-- yeah, there's blood everywhere, those clothes have got to go. ] I got some old shirts that might fit you. And pants... hope you like sweats.
[ Oh fuck there's Sumo and... yup. He 'understands' that whine. Goddammit! He's not gonna stop being a cat person because of this, Hank!
He grunts when they're inside, giving said dog a little look. Hey, yeah, we're cousins now or some shit Sumo. Whoop-dee-doo. ]
S'fine. [ Fuck it. He shrugs out of his jacket, which is mostly intact, but then just peels off his tattered shirt right then and there. His torso is still caked in dried blood. ] Not gonna be picky.
[ huh, well, that sure is a shirtless Gavin in his house now. That's... hm. Yeah, that's a thing. The blood kinda ruins the look but at least it makes it easier for Hank to snap out of it and stop staring.
Hank snorts. ]
That's fucking incredible, coming from you.
[ Of course for all the shit he gives him, Hank still shows him the way to the bathroom. Sumo is trailing behind them all the way, sniffing at Gavin and just being really happy because Hank is home and he brought a friend and he's been so lonely all day. ]
Yeah, yeah, I'll deal with you in a second, Sumo.
[ Hank pats him on the head, smiling before he turns right back to give Gavin shit. ]
I have my moments. [ He hasn't been shirtless around Hank since he was a rookie and he's so very past the point of giving a shit at the moment. (He hopes, in the back of his mind, that getting turned didn't like... erase his tattoo on his back.)
...and why is Sumo really fucking cute to him all of a sudden? Jesus Christ, what is happening to him?! He meanders to the bathroom and huffs. ]
I won't wreck your bathroom, don't worry. [ He pauses a moment, working his jaw back and forth. It doesn't click like it used to. ] But... thanks.
[ You got built, Gavin, jeez. The tattoo is still there at least. Even if his body heals internally, he's gonna have his scars because... uh... because it's skin? No more scars from here on, though. Well, except for the faded scar from where Hank bit him, but it looks more like something Gavin's had for years than the bright red of a fresh wound. ]
Yeah, we'll see if you're still thanking me in a couple of days.
[ Hank waves him off, giving him the privacy he no doubt needs. It's... it's a life, sure, but it's still a curse. He's sure Gavin needs. A break. ]
I'll be out walking Sumo, so take as long as you need. I'll even let you use all the hot water.
[ Between running all over Detroit, stress working out a lot after his grandmother died and everything else he's kept in pretty good shape. ]
Yeah, yeah. [ He's flippant but he's reaching the end of his rope a little. He's glad Hank's going to step out for a minute.
He swallows around the lump in his throat. ] Take your time. See you in a bit then.
[ With that, he goes into the bathroom and closes the door. And immediatly runs over to the toilet and heaves and chokes over it. Blood and leftover bile come out and he coughs a few more times, the final bullet finally falling into his palm. Gavin's breath is ragged for a moment before he tosses it in the trash and flushes the toilet.
He stumbles over to the sink and looks at himself. He looks... the same, yet not. The bags and wrinkles under his eyes from the years of insomnia are suddenly gone, his mild eczema vanished and... what? The scar is still there, but he runs two fingers down each side of his nose. Then inhales harshly withot a snort or a honk. What the fuck? It un-deviated is septum?
He stares at his face again. It's like the mask of Gavin is suddenly gone and all he can see is his brother's face, fully for the first time in over a decade.
Fuck.
He almost rips off his belt, jeans and underwear and all but leaps into the shower. He turns the water on a scalding hot and stares at his hands.
He's too different now, isn't he? Too different from Eli? Gavin crumbles to the floor of the tub and cries. It's more like a howl, a growl, and he watches the blood circle down the drain.
Gavin just crouches there until the water runs cold, until he hears Hank and Sumo return. ]
[ Yeah, Hank doesn't need to be in the house to know Gavin's distressed. In fact, he can practically feel it in his bones, the hurt and the fear and everything else is there, even if it's not his. Hank's gotten pretty good at controlling his instincts and keeping shit separate, but this is a new feeling. Fuck, no wonder it's such a bad idea to turn people, how was anyone supposed to keep their head on straight if their pack was fucking emotional? ]
Guess we better play nice with Reed, huh, Sumo? At least for now.
[ Hank gives Sumo a comforting pat, knowing the dog can also pick up on Gavin's pained howling. He's gonna have all the dogs in the neighborhood crying at this rate, but it's not like there's anything they can do about that. Best Hank can do is let him get it all out and walk around the block with Sumo until he's calmed down somewhat. He steps inside and refills Sumo's bowl before stepping into his room to grab Gavin the clothes he promised: an old band t-shirt and some sweatpants that haven't fit him since before Cole was even born. It's not high fashion, but it'll have to do. At least Gavin's not as twinky as Connor. ]
Hey. [ Hank knocks on the door, gently. ] I got those clothes for you. You decent?
[ Gavin lets it all out and feels... drained but a little more stable on his feet. All the blood has finally washed off of him and he steps out of the shower.
He wipes the condensation off the mirror and stares at himself again. His hair is plastered to his forehead, all the gel washed out, and he somehow looks even younger. He reaches up and puts a hand over the spot where Hank bit him, feeling goosebumps pull up his neck at the still fresh memory. Fuck. Fuck. He closes his eyes and gulps, opening them when he hears Hank approach.
He wraps the towel around his waist, running his fingers through his hair. ]
Yeah, I'm covered up. You can come in. [ He sounds... tired. ]
[ Hank opens the door, getting a faceful of steam. It takes him a bit to actually see Gavin and... yeah it's a noticeable change. He looks like he's actually slept. His face looks... sharper? His skin is clearer too. Damn. Doesn't help that Hank definitely feels that pull again, the sense that Gavin is his responsibility now. His pack. He's fresh and new and needs protecting. Yeah, that's annoying as fuck. ]
Here you go. [ Hank hands him the stack of clothes. The sweats smell a little musty but they smell like Hank, that much should be obvious. ]
I'll start up some food. You look like shit. [ He doesn't, actually, for maybe the first time since Hank has known him? ] After you eat you can get some rest, alright? I'm sure as fuck not letting you outta my sight till you've slept this off.
[ Hank's always been kind of a comfort professionally, although Gavin would never dare admit it. But now it's... different. Something rough and primal deep inside him almost wants to coo in relief when he sees Hank again, having been so distraught when he was alone. Fuck, this is gonna be annoying to get used to.
The clothes do smell like him and it's... nice. He accepts them with a small nod. ] Yeah, uh, thanks.
[ He snorts, looking at the shirt. This band was pretty big when he was in high school... And as if on cue, his stomach gurgles. He makes a face, sighing. ]
Yeah... I think that's best. I can barely tell my head from my ass right now. [ Then he looks back at Hank, then the door. ] So get a move on so I can change, alright?
[ Well he's definitely feeling a little better, huh? ]
[ Yeah, yeah, you're a baby, Gavin. A child. Hank is at least relieved to hear Gavin acting more like himself at least. He'd hate if this thing suddenly made him act nice all of a sudden. That would be way too fucking weird. ]
You got it, princess.
[ Hank rolls his eyes, turning around to leave the bathroom. "Dinner" is really just going to be a massive steak and some microwaved rice, so don't expect much. The steak, naturally, will be served rare, and is the kind of size that decent people would be embarrassed to order. (No need for shame in his house.) And Hank's hungry too so he's making enough for the both of them. It'll almost be quaint. ]
[ Gavin just shoots him the bird as he leaves. And then once he's alone he... presses the shirt to his face.
Oh fuck.
He yanks it away, turning red up to his ears and shaking his head. What the fuck! No! Absolutely not!
Grumbling, he drops the towel and slips on the sweats and shirt. A little baggy, but it has a drawstring and he's broad enough in the shoulders that he's not swimming in it.
Once he steps back out into the hall he smells the steak and... okay, Gavin's never been a steak guy. He was a vegetarian through most of school, actually. But holy fuck that smells like the best goddamn thing ever.
He pads into the kitchen, bangs on his head making him look incredibly boyish, and he crosses his arms. ]
Can't fuckin' believe you've made me want steak now, Anderson.
[ With that, he plops himself down at the table. ]
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He... huh. Something feels weird, in the back of his mind, when he looks at Hank now. Something different. Something fierce and... loyal? He can smell the whiskey he drinks on his breath, his cologne, the scent of Sumo on his clothes. Thirium and plastic from Connor.
Gavin drops his hands and listens and— ]
What the fuck? [ It's meant to sound sarcastic but it comes out a little more hysterical. ] Werewolf?! You are fucking crazy, Hank, that—
[ He's about to go on a tirade but it stops as abruptly as it starts. Gavin sort of crumples and looks down at his stomach that he knows was riddled with fatal wounds not too long ago. He looks at his hands. ]
I-I didn't... want to die.
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How long have we known each other? Have I ever been the type to mess around about this? I wouldn't joke about this shit, Reed.
[ The healed wounds really speak for themselves, Hank knows he doesn't have to push too hard in that department. If Gavin remembers getting shot, he should know what should have happened. ]
That's right. You didn't. I wasn't about to explain all the fucking technicalities while you were dying, so here we are. Ask away.
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Fuck. Fuck.
He takes a shaky breath and looks back up at him, putting his hands down on his lap. Gavin chews on his lip for a moment, noting how quickly the chewed up flesh in his mouth healed over. ]
So... what? You my master or whatever now? Am I your little errand bitch? What's the arrangement here?
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Woah, hey, that ain't how I do things. You think I saved your life so you could be some kinda servant to me? Please.
[ Hank raises his hands placatingly, shaking his head. ]
Look, I'm not going around to start my own pack or whatever the fuck. And to be completely fucking honest, I've never turned anybody, so I dunno what comes next, as far as you and me are concerned. I promised... some people I wouldn't. But I wasn't gonna let you die for saving my dumb ass.
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Y'mean there isn't a DPD werewolf squad?
[ The quip is to hide the... interesting little feeling that flutters in his gut at that answer. Jesus, Hank, don't start making him think he's special or anything. Saving his life when he's been nothing but an asshole to you for years? Fuck.
Fuck, why is Hank such a goddamn good person? It really makes him want to do better. He swallows thickly. ]
I... thanks. [ He mutters it. Then let's just move on past that real quick: ] So, what? We get toothy and fuzzy on the full moon?
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[ Hank snorts at the image. Yeah, you know dog whistles? Those suck. But don't worry, you're definitely not special, Reed!! Hank's just personally indebted to you and now you're stuck with him for the foreseeable (very long) future. ]
Pretty much. I stock up on raw meat and stay down here till it blows over. [ Hank shrugs. There's more to it, but that can wait. ] But from now on, things're gonna be louder, you're gonna smell everything until you get used to it and figure out how to block shit out, that kinda thing.
[ Good luck getting your cats to play nice now, Gav.... ]
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He sighs and rubs at his temple a moment. ]
Sounds like a party... wait! That's the reason you take a day off once a month? Oh for fuck's sake—
[ He just sighs as the feeling comes and goes. For all the boundless energy he now possesses, he feels fuckin' exhausted. The complete change in existence and life will do that to a guy.
So he sighs and looks back down, picking at his destroyed shirt. ]
Yeah, smelling my old blood is driving me nuts. I'm gonna put a pause on this journey of self discovery until I can get cleaned up.
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[ Hank just shrugs. It's obvious now why he usually takes the day off -- Gavin will definitely need it on his first time, that's for sure, and Hank will need it so he can guide him. ]
I got a shower upstairs you can use. Sumo's smelled worse, he won't mind.
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[ Yeah it's certainly... yeah. It's almost like there's a new set of thoughts in the back of his mind, his subconscious, giving him information and... suggestions. Like a growling, wolfy angel and devil on his shoulder. The longer he's settling into this, the more aware of it he becomes.
He picks at the dried blood and looks back up at Hank. ]
So you're not just gonna spray me with the hose? [ Quipping is definitely a defense mechanism. ] Yeah, uh, that'd be great.
[ He gets up, head rushing a little. He rubs at his temples again. ]
Fuck it's like learning to walk all over again—
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Yeah, I thought about it but then I'd have two wet mutts in my house. And I get enough shit from Sumo, I don't need you dragging mud in the house, too.
[ Hank's there despite everything, standing up as Gavin does and making it clear that he can lean on him if he needs to. The fact is Gavin almost died. He did die, technically. Hank knows the less they talk about it, the better. ]
I got food upstairs too. Doubt you wanna eat any of the shit that's down here right now.
[ Raw meat is great and all, but it's kind of jumping off the deep end here... ]
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He rolls his eyes, about to snark something else before— Wait— He looks at him, brows raising. ] Wait... can you talk to dogs? Is that what you're saying?
[ Because if Gavin can talk to dogs he wants a refund because he's a cat person, goddammit.
At the mention of food he realizes his stomach is still churning and the thought is entirely unpleasant at the moment. He grits his teeth a little. ]
Maybe. Let me shower first and I'll think about it.
[ With that, he starts to hobble over to the stairs. ]
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Kinda. I mean, they listen to me. I can, uh... kinda tell how they feel? Got a lot better at understanding their body language. But it's not like Sumo's gonna bark the words to Old McDonald or anything.
[ Hank smirks, still giving Gavin sass for all that he's going to help him up the stairs. See, he can be a good guy sometimes. ]
Not for nothing, Reed, but after recovering from that much shit -- if you don't eat you're gonna wanna claw your skin off in a couple hours.
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I fuckin' hope not. [ Ugh, god, the wood creaking in the stairs is awful. ] Yeah, yeah... I'll eat something. Just gimme a bit.
[ He thinks there might be one last bullet in his gut causing trouble. Maybe it was the one that really would have killed him... did kill him?
Fuck. Quick, move on— ]
You got clothes I can borrow?
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You got time.
[ Hank helps him up the stairs, leading him to the back door. Sumo's so excited to hear Hank is home, he's definitely whining behind the door. ]
Sure, right. [ He gives Gavin a look, taking in the-- yeah, there's blood everywhere, those clothes have got to go. ] I got some old shirts that might fit you. And pants... hope you like sweats.
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He grunts when they're inside, giving said dog a little look. Hey, yeah, we're cousins now or some shit Sumo. Whoop-dee-doo. ]
S'fine. [ Fuck it. He shrugs out of his jacket, which is mostly intact, but then just peels off his tattered shirt right then and there. His torso is still caked in dried blood. ] Not gonna be picky.
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Hank snorts. ]
That's fucking incredible, coming from you.
[ Of course for all the shit he gives him, Hank still shows him the way to the bathroom. Sumo is trailing behind them all the way, sniffing at Gavin and just being really happy because Hank is home and he brought a friend and he's been so lonely all day. ]
Yeah, yeah, I'll deal with you in a second, Sumo.
[ Hank pats him on the head, smiling before he turns right back to give Gavin shit. ]
Try not to get any blood on my towels, alright?
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...and why is Sumo really fucking cute to him all of a sudden? Jesus Christ, what is happening to him?! He meanders to the bathroom and huffs. ]
I won't wreck your bathroom, don't worry. [ He pauses a moment, working his jaw back and forth. It doesn't click like it used to. ] But... thanks.
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Yeah, we'll see if you're still thanking me in a couple of days.
[ Hank waves him off, giving him the privacy he no doubt needs. It's... it's a life, sure, but it's still a curse. He's sure Gavin needs. A break. ]
I'll be out walking Sumo, so take as long as you need. I'll even let you use all the hot water.
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Yeah, yeah. [ He's flippant but he's reaching the end of his rope a little. He's glad Hank's going to step out for a minute.
He swallows around the lump in his throat. ] Take your time. See you in a bit then.
[ With that, he goes into the bathroom and closes the door. And immediatly runs over to the toilet and heaves and chokes over it. Blood and leftover bile come out and he coughs a few more times, the final bullet finally falling into his palm. Gavin's breath is ragged for a moment before he tosses it in the trash and flushes the toilet.
He stumbles over to the sink and looks at himself. He looks... the same, yet not. The bags and wrinkles under his eyes from the years of insomnia are suddenly gone, his mild eczema vanished and... what? The scar is still there, but he runs two fingers down each side of his nose. Then inhales harshly withot a snort or a honk. What the fuck? It un-deviated is septum?
He stares at his face again. It's like the mask of Gavin is suddenly gone and all he can see is his brother's face, fully for the first time in over a decade.
Fuck.
He almost rips off his belt, jeans and underwear and all but leaps into the shower. He turns the water on a scalding hot and stares at his hands.
He's too different now, isn't he? Too different from Eli? Gavin crumbles to the floor of the tub and cries. It's more like a howl, a growl, and he watches the blood circle down the drain.
Gavin just crouches there until the water runs cold, until he hears Hank and Sumo return. ]
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Guess we better play nice with Reed, huh, Sumo? At least for now.
[ Hank gives Sumo a comforting pat, knowing the dog can also pick up on Gavin's pained howling. He's gonna have all the dogs in the neighborhood crying at this rate, but it's not like there's anything they can do about that. Best Hank can do is let him get it all out and walk around the block with Sumo until he's calmed down somewhat. He steps inside and refills Sumo's bowl before stepping into his room to grab Gavin the clothes he promised: an old band t-shirt and some sweatpants that haven't fit him since before Cole was even born. It's not high fashion, but it'll have to do. At least Gavin's not as twinky as Connor. ]
Hey. [ Hank knocks on the door, gently. ] I got those clothes for you. You decent?
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He wipes the condensation off the mirror and stares at himself again. His hair is plastered to his forehead, all the gel washed out, and he somehow looks even younger. He reaches up and puts a hand over the spot where Hank bit him, feeling goosebumps pull up his neck at the still fresh memory. Fuck. Fuck. He closes his eyes and gulps, opening them when he hears Hank approach.
He wraps the towel around his waist, running his fingers through his hair. ]
Yeah, I'm covered up. You can come in. [ He sounds... tired. ]
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Here you go. [ Hank hands him the stack of clothes. The sweats smell a little musty but they smell like Hank, that much should be obvious. ]
I'll start up some food. You look like shit. [ He doesn't, actually, for maybe the first time since Hank has known him? ] After you eat you can get some rest, alright? I'm sure as fuck not letting you outta my sight till you've slept this off.
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The clothes do smell like him and it's... nice. He accepts them with a small nod. ] Yeah, uh, thanks.
[ He snorts, looking at the shirt. This band was pretty big when he was in high school... And as if on cue, his stomach gurgles. He makes a face, sighing. ]
Yeah... I think that's best. I can barely tell my head from my ass right now. [ Then he looks back at Hank, then the door. ] So get a move on so I can change, alright?
[ Well he's definitely feeling a little better, huh? ]
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You got it, princess.
[ Hank rolls his eyes, turning around to leave the bathroom. "Dinner" is really just going to be a massive steak and some microwaved rice, so don't expect much. The steak, naturally, will be served rare, and is the kind of size that decent people would be embarrassed to order. (No need for shame in his house.) And Hank's hungry too so he's making enough for the both of them. It'll almost be quaint. ]
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Oh fuck.
He yanks it away, turning red up to his ears and shaking his head. What the fuck! No! Absolutely not!
Grumbling, he drops the towel and slips on the sweats and shirt. A little baggy, but it has a drawstring and he's broad enough in the shoulders that he's not swimming in it.
Once he steps back out into the hall he smells the steak and... okay, Gavin's never been a steak guy. He was a vegetarian through most of school, actually. But holy fuck that smells like the best goddamn thing ever.
He pads into the kitchen, bangs on his head making him look incredibly boyish, and he crosses his arms. ]
Can't fuckin' believe you've made me want steak now, Anderson.
[ With that, he plops himself down at the table. ]
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