[ 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. ]
[ He really is a kid, jesus. Though Hank's gotta admit, Gavin looks good in his clothes, even if they barely fit him. And by "he's gotta admit" I mean he'll never actually admit it. Ever. But the thought is there as he chuckles and flips over the first steak. ]
Just one of the many fun side-effects to this whole thing. [ He flips the steak again and just kind of watches it sizzle for a bit before sliding it onto a plate. ] Fish and chicken and pork work just as well, but beef's the best. I think it's 'cause there's usually less bones to deal with.
[ And with that he scoops a handful of rice onto the plate and sets it down on the table for Gavin. The steak is very rare. It dwarfs the rice almost hilariously, but Hank figures he should at least pretend this is a real dinner and not totally a werewolf thing. ]
[ He can hear his mother aghast at the thought of him eating rare red meat in his head. Hm, maybe that's why he never liked steak. The woman overcooked everything she tried to make.
He sniffs and looks down at it, picking up the knife and fork. (He holds them very proper, like he was taught.) ] Fish, huh? [ He blinks. ] So would sushi work? [ That suddenly sounds absolutely delightful.
So he tucks into the food, figuring out he can just... tear the meat with the fork instead of having to cut it with the knife. Huh. Before he knows it he's cleaned his plate and he feels satisfied enough that he's not even aghast at it. ]
[ Hank snorts. He'll be done with his steak in just a second too, he doesn't need to pretend he wouldn't eat it raw. ]
Sure, but you're gonna have to eat a fuckton of sushi.
[ But thankfully he finishes "cooking" his steak and plates it for himself, joining Gavin at the table even though he's basically almost done with his steak. Hey, at least he's using a fork and knife, Hank wouldn't have judged him if he tore into it with his hands. Hank cuts his too, but he takes some seriously huge pieces. Whatever, he's in his own home. ]
Who's to say I don't already? [ It's an attempt at a joke, at least.
He stares at his empty plate for a moment before looking up as Hank sits down. God, it's so fucking weird, this... puppy like feeling wagging its tail deep in his chest. (It isn't any different from when he was younger and had that massive crush on him. Which is why it's annoying.)
He shrugs. ]
Physically, I feel the best I have in years. [ He reaches up and taps in between his eyes. ] You fixed my nose, asshole. That was half of my charm.
[ He drops his hand back into his lap and shrugs again. ] I'm fuckin' grateful to be alive but it's... weird. I haven't quite reached the 'acceptance' part of this. I'm just numb right now.
[ Hank shrugs, grinning a little at Gavin's attempts at levity. ]
That's what looks different about you. I couldn't put my finger on it.
[ Hank takes another bite of his steak as he considers that. He knew the transformation would keep him from dying and keep him from getting hurt, but fixing old broken bones is new, as far as he knows. Then again, he's not really that up to date on the lore and he never had a pack of his own so he's flying blind here, mostly. ]
Yeah, that doesn't surprise me. You were pretty, uh... You were pretty gone. [ How can you still eat while you say this, Hank. ] You even wanted me to tell "your" somebody... something. You got a secret girlfriend or boyfriend out there?
[ Probably something about having to fix him up to be the 'apex predator.' Can't be one if you sound like a foghorn when you sleep.
He just watches Hank eat and his brows raise when he starts to talk... yeah he was pretty gone. He was certain he was about to die. Die in Hank's arms, fuck. But—
He ruffles and his cheeks flush all of a sudden; it's a good thing he finished eating or he would have done a comical spit take. ] No, you really think I have time to date?!
[ He huffs and looks back down at his lap. Well, shit. No point in hiding anything anymore, is there? He was going to tell Hank anyway... maybe he always wanted to tell him. (Maybe he wanted him to figure it out.) ]
I have a brother. A twin brother. [ He shrugs. ] That's who I meant.
It's not all bad, huh? Maybe you won't scare anybody away with that foghorn of yours.
[ Look, they've had stakeouts together. Hank knows what your snores sound like, Gavin. He takes another bite of his food, considering his words. Oh, Gavin has a brother. That's cute. And a twin? How the fuck have they not met him before?
Well, Hank is a detective. He can figure this out. He probably doesn't know because they're estranged. Estranged enough that they aren't in each other's lives at all, but Hank's also pretty sure he didn't find any other "Reeds" when it came time to give Gavin his seal of approval to join the squad. (Yeah, the nice thing about being Lieutenant is you actually know this shit.) So if there aren't any other Reeds, then Gavin changed his name. Which could be due to any number of reasons, but the likeliest would be that people would recognize the. ]
A twin? Damn.
[ Hank squints, really taking a close look at Gavin's face now that his nose is fixed. He does look familiar, doesn't he? Hank wasn't sure at first, but now it's... Who does it remind him of? ]
[ It's odd. He knows Hank is looking at him but he also... knows. Like instinctively. It makes his heart thud for a few beats, although that might also be the nerves of finally telling someone about his real family. ]
Didn't want anybody to know. [ Gavin sniffs and shrugs again, then looks up at the ceiling. ] You've already met him anyway.
There's only one person on forefront of Hank's mind who fits the bill for that and... well, he fits all the right boxes. Giant asshole? Check. So well-known that Gavin would have to change his name? Yeah, check. Someone Hank has met? Unfortunately, that checks out too.
[ And for some reason this is the thing that makes him finally crack a smile, a grin pulling at his face. Gavin snickers a little, shoulders raising in amusement. ]
Yep. Younger than him by about five minutes and he's never let me forget it our entire lives. [ It's odd. He used to get pissy when he had to talk about Eli but now it's almost... freeing? Suddenly he's in kind of a good mood. ]
You can figure out why I changed my name. Reed was our maternal grandmother's maiden name. You already knew I lived with her when I joined DPD, right?
[ Yeah, Hank can definitely tell you hate your brother, Gavin. Hell, he's just happy to see Gavin actually smile. It's almost weird to see him do it so... freely. Like, he almost looks kind of handsome when he smiles? What the fuck. ]
Yeah, no shit. Gavin Kamski has a pretty shit wring to it.
[ No offense? Yes offense? Well, Hank can get back to his steak at least. ]
Right, I remember your file from back when you applied. No siblings or other family members besides her -- least that's what you went for, huh?
[ He snorts at that, leaning back in the chair and crossing his arms loosely. It's a less stiff posture, at least. ]
Yeah, I had pretty much all of it changed. Didn't want anything to possibly link me at all. [ He shrugs. ] Yeah, Gavin Kamski sounds pretty awful. My grandmother gave me the name 'Gavin' anyway. Our parents went all in on the matching twin names.
[ Right. Hank doesn't have Elijah Kamski's birthday memorized or anything, but it'd make sense if Gavin changed that too. It's nice to see Gavin start to relax. It feels nice, instinctively, like how Hank knows he has to take care of Gavin and how he feels more at ease with him here, under his roof, eating his food.
[ It is really weird and Gavin just isn't thinking about it right now. That he feels safe in a different kind of way than he's ever felt.
He snorts. ] No, close. Ezra.
[ ...huh. After he's said it, it kinda feels like the wind's been knocked out of him. He swallows and looks back down at his plate, shrugging. ] Just— Still call me Gavin. It'd be weird to change now.
[ Hank nods. It's not a bad name. Without the broken nose, Hank can kinda see it. Tiny baby Ezra, always living in his brother's giant shadow. It's no wonder he didn't want anything to do with Kamski, at least as far as he's willing to admit. Can't hate him too much if his dying wish was to reach out to him.
But Hank will go back to pretending he doesn't know that about Gavin. He isn't gonna bring up "hey remember when you almost died" again, he's not a total asshole. ]
Yeah, don't sweat it. I only ever call you Reed, anyway. [ Hank finishes off the last of his steak, setting his fork down for good. ]
We don't have to act any different at work or anything, either. I mean, I figure eventually, this...
[ He makes a vague gesture at the space between them, one that hopefully Gavin understands. ]
This whole thing is gonna change something, but I meant it when I said you're not beneath me or anything. [ He shrugs, though the next bit comes out a bit more serious than he intended. ] I'm here for you, you don't have to go through any of this shit alone. Least I can do for turning you.
[ He manages a faint little smile again. At least that won't change; Hank's never appeared to be the type to treat someone different for their circumstances of birth.
So he snickers a little, looking amused. ] You can't get rid of me now, Hank. Just remember this was your choice. [ He's clearly joking. They had harmless, fun banter once upon a time... before Gavin got all up his own ass.
But then he knits his brows together. ]
Wait, then who the fuck turned you? How do you not know anything? I thought werewolves were all supposed to be about packs and community and shit in all the lore.
[ Those were the days... That's probably the most Hank would do to the kid, too. He knows this Kamski thing is something shared in confidence, so that just goes right back to 'shit they don't need to talk about, ever.' ]
Yeah, no shit. Can't even ghost you if I tried, now.
[ He shakes his head. What an awful thing to banter about!! Which is exactly why he enjoys it. ]
Yeah, funny thing about that... [ It's not funny at all, actually? Hank stands to grab a beer. Two, obviously. He places them on the table and takes one for himself. ] We were on a camping trip up in Windsor, back when Cole was really little. My ex-wife kinda, uh. Killed the wolf that turned me. Don't really know if he had a pack or what, but they never came looking for me.
[ Hey, aren't you learning so much about Hank today. ]
[ Oh hey beer... he takes one and just. Pops the cap off. Werewolf strength, making him a more efficient beer drinker.
He listens to his story and his eyes get wider as he does. Oh, yeah, he remembers something vaguely about some vacation injury he had... but Gavin had started not giving much of a shit about other people so he'd blown it off.
He takes a few sips of the beer. ]
So... I take it that's why you two didn't work out, then?
[ Hank releases a long breath, cracking open his beer in much the same way as Gavin. The taste doesn't really help much, but it's better than nothing. It'd take a lot of beer to get Hank drunk at this point. ]
She hunted monsters. I ended up turning into one... It was kinda doomed from that point on.
That's kinda a black and white way of lookin' at it, isn't it? [ He drinks more of his beer. ] Guess if that's your job then it'd put a damper on things...
[ He puts the bottle down with a thud that's now just a little too loud. ]
I mean, I still feel like me. Just with some new shit I gotta get used to. [ Pause. ] Ugh, Christ, it's puberty all over again.
Yeah, it... it was a little more complicated than that, let's just say.
[ Hank downs about half of his beer, clearly not wanting to elaborate. It's veering dangerously into Cole territory, so Hank is happy to change the subject. ]
Doesn't really change you that much unless you let it. [ He shrugs. Obviously, hank is still a big fluffy dog at heart. ] I mean, I'll be honest with you -- you're gonna get really pissy once the full moon comes around. Which, for you might be a fucking feat.
C'mon, you think a guy like me would have sex dungeon?
[ He snorts, taking a shorter sip of his beer. See, Hank really doesn't find himself attractive, that's the joke. ]
But yeah, that's what it's for. The door's deadlocked and trust me -- werewolf claws can't pick locks or do too well with keys, so it works out. [ Once upon a time the lock had been on the outside, but living alone, Hank has had to make due. He'd considered asking Connor for help, but that hasn't gone anywhere. ] I keep it stocked and just kinda... make sure I get home early on those nights. It ain't glamorous, but you get used to it.
[ Hank... you're sexy. Pretty much a rookie rite of passage is having a big dumb crush on you for the first two weeks. (The first few months in Gavin's case. Until he learned about his then fiance and experienced his first genuine heartbreak.)
So he just raises a brow at him and listens, then nods. ]
We'll get a system going. Maybe it'll be easier now that you're not dealin' with it alone.
[ Is that something approaching sentimental from Gavin Reed? He clears his throat and slams back the rest of his beer. ]
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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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Just one of the many fun side-effects to this whole thing. [ He flips the steak again and just kind of watches it sizzle for a bit before sliding it onto a plate. ] Fish and chicken and pork work just as well, but beef's the best. I think it's 'cause there's usually less bones to deal with.
[ And with that he scoops a handful of rice onto the plate and sets it down on the table for Gavin. The steak is very rare. It dwarfs the rice almost hilariously, but Hank figures he should at least pretend this is a real dinner and not totally a werewolf thing. ]
Go ahead and dig in. Mine'll only take a bit.
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He sniffs and looks down at it, picking up the knife and fork. (He holds them very proper, like he was taught.) ] Fish, huh? [ He blinks. ] So would sushi work? [ That suddenly sounds absolutely delightful.
So he tucks into the food, figuring out he can just... tear the meat with the fork instead of having to cut it with the knife. Huh. Before he knows it he's cleaned his plate and he feels satisfied enough that he's not even aghast at it. ]
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Sure, but you're gonna have to eat a fuckton of sushi.
[ But thankfully he finishes "cooking" his steak and plates it for himself, joining Gavin at the table even though he's basically almost done with his steak. Hey, at least he's using a fork and knife, Hank wouldn't have judged him if he tore into it with his hands. Hank cuts his too, but he takes some seriously huge pieces. Whatever, he's in his own home. ]
So, how're you feelin'?
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He stares at his empty plate for a moment before looking up as Hank sits down. God, it's so fucking weird, this... puppy like feeling wagging its tail deep in his chest. (It isn't any different from when he was younger and had that massive crush on him. Which is why it's annoying.)
He shrugs. ]
Physically, I feel the best I have in years. [ He reaches up and taps in between his eyes. ] You fixed my nose, asshole. That was half of my charm.
[ He drops his hand back into his lap and shrugs again. ] I'm fuckin' grateful to be alive but it's... weird. I haven't quite reached the 'acceptance' part of this. I'm just numb right now.
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That's what looks different about you. I couldn't put my finger on it.
[ Hank takes another bite of his steak as he considers that. He knew the transformation would keep him from dying and keep him from getting hurt, but fixing old broken bones is new, as far as he knows. Then again, he's not really that up to date on the lore and he never had a pack of his own so he's flying blind here, mostly. ]
Yeah, that doesn't surprise me. You were pretty, uh... You were pretty gone. [ How can you still eat while you say this, Hank. ] You even wanted me to tell "your" somebody... something. You got a secret girlfriend or boyfriend out there?
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[ Probably something about having to fix him up to be the 'apex predator.' Can't be one if you sound like a foghorn when you sleep.
He just watches Hank eat and his brows raise when he starts to talk... yeah he was pretty gone. He was certain he was about to die. Die in Hank's arms, fuck. But—
He ruffles and his cheeks flush all of a sudden; it's a good thing he finished eating or he would have done a comical spit take. ] No, you really think I have time to date?!
[ He huffs and looks back down at his lap. Well, shit. No point in hiding anything anymore, is there? He was going to tell Hank anyway... maybe he always wanted to tell him. (Maybe he wanted him to figure it out.) ]
I have a brother. A twin brother. [ He shrugs. ] That's who I meant.
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[ Look, they've had stakeouts together. Hank knows what your snores sound like, Gavin. He takes another bite of his food, considering his words. Oh, Gavin has a brother. That's cute. And a twin? How the fuck have they not met him before?
Well, Hank is a detective. He can figure this out. He probably doesn't know because they're estranged. Estranged enough that they aren't in each other's lives at all, but Hank's also pretty sure he didn't find any other "Reeds" when it came time to give Gavin his seal of approval to join the squad. (Yeah, the nice thing about being Lieutenant is you actually know this shit.) So if there aren't any other Reeds, then Gavin changed his name. Which could be due to any number of reasons, but the likeliest would be that people would recognize the. ]
A twin? Damn.
[ Hank squints, really taking a close look at Gavin's face now that his nose is fixed. He does look familiar, doesn't he? Hank wasn't sure at first, but now it's... Who does it remind him of? ]
How come this is the first I'm hearing it?
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[ It's odd. He knows Hank is looking at him but he also... knows. Like instinctively. It makes his heart thud for a few beats, although that might also be the nerves of finally telling someone about his real family. ]
Didn't want anybody to know. [ Gavin sniffs and shrugs again, then looks up at the ceiling. ] You've already met him anyway.
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There's only one person on forefront of Hank's mind who fits the bill for that and... well, he fits all the right boxes. Giant asshole? Check. So well-known that Gavin would have to change his name? Yeah, check. Someone Hank has met? Unfortunately, that checks out too.
Hank has to put his fork down for this. ]
Christ.
[ Give him a sec. ]
You're twins with Elijah Kamski?
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Yep. Younger than him by about five minutes and he's never let me forget it our entire lives. [ It's odd. He used to get pissy when he had to talk about Eli but now it's almost... freeing? Suddenly he's in kind of a good mood. ]
You can figure out why I changed my name. Reed was our maternal grandmother's maiden name. You already knew I lived with her when I joined DPD, right?
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Yeah, no shit. Gavin Kamski has a pretty shit wring to it.
[ No offense? Yes offense? Well, Hank can get back to his steak at least. ]
Right, I remember your file from back when you applied. No siblings or other family members besides her -- least that's what you went for, huh?
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Yeah, I had pretty much all of it changed. Didn't want anything to possibly link me at all. [ He shrugs. ] Yeah, Gavin Kamski sounds pretty awful. My grandmother gave me the name 'Gavin' anyway. Our parents went all in on the matching twin names.
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Yep, still weird as fuck. ]
So what, they named you Elias?
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He snorts. ] No, close. Ezra.
[ ...huh. After he's said it, it kinda feels like the wind's been knocked out of him. He swallows and looks back down at his plate, shrugging. ] Just— Still call me Gavin. It'd be weird to change now.
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[ Hank nods. It's not a bad name. Without the broken nose, Hank can kinda see it. Tiny baby Ezra, always living in his brother's giant shadow. It's no wonder he didn't want anything to do with Kamski, at least as far as he's willing to admit. Can't hate him too much if his dying wish was to reach out to him.
But Hank will go back to pretending he doesn't know that about Gavin. He isn't gonna bring up "hey remember when you almost died" again, he's not a total asshole. ]
Yeah, don't sweat it. I only ever call you Reed, anyway. [ Hank finishes off the last of his steak, setting his fork down for good. ]
We don't have to act any different at work or anything, either. I mean, I figure eventually, this...
[ He makes a vague gesture at the space between them, one that hopefully Gavin understands. ]
This whole thing is gonna change something, but I meant it when I said you're not beneath me or anything. [ He shrugs, though the next bit comes out a bit more serious than he intended. ] I'm here for you, you don't have to go through any of this shit alone. Least I can do for turning you.
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So he snickers a little, looking amused. ] You can't get rid of me now, Hank. Just remember this was your choice. [ He's clearly joking. They had harmless, fun banter once upon a time... before Gavin got all up his own ass.
But then he knits his brows together. ]
Wait, then who the fuck turned you? How do you not know anything? I thought werewolves were all supposed to be about packs and community and shit in all the lore.
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Yeah, no shit. Can't even ghost you if I tried, now.
[ He shakes his head. What an awful thing to banter about!! Which is exactly why he enjoys it. ]
Yeah, funny thing about that... [ It's not funny at all, actually? Hank stands to grab a beer. Two, obviously. He places them on the table and takes one for himself. ] We were on a camping trip up in Windsor, back when Cole was really little. My ex-wife kinda, uh. Killed the wolf that turned me. Don't really know if he had a pack or what, but they never came looking for me.
[ Hey, aren't you learning so much about Hank today. ]
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He listens to his story and his eyes get wider as he does. Oh, yeah, he remembers something vaguely about some vacation injury he had... but Gavin had started not giving much of a shit about other people so he'd blown it off.
He takes a few sips of the beer. ]
So... I take it that's why you two didn't work out, then?
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[ Hank releases a long breath, cracking open his beer in much the same way as Gavin. The taste doesn't really help much, but it's better than nothing. It'd take a lot of beer to get Hank drunk at this point. ]
She hunted monsters. I ended up turning into one... It was kinda doomed from that point on.
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That's kinda a black and white way of lookin' at it, isn't it? [ He drinks more of his beer. ] Guess if that's your job then it'd put a damper on things...
[ He puts the bottle down with a thud that's now just a little too loud. ]
I mean, I still feel like me. Just with some new shit I gotta get used to. [ Pause. ] Ugh, Christ, it's puberty all over again.
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[ Hank downs about half of his beer, clearly not wanting to elaborate. It's veering dangerously into Cole territory, so Hank is happy to change the subject. ]
Doesn't really change you that much unless you let it. [ He shrugs. Obviously, hank is still a big fluffy dog at heart. ] I mean, I'll be honest with you -- you're gonna get really pissy once the full moon comes around. Which, for you might be a fucking feat.
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He starts to fiddle with the label on his beer, snorting a little. ]
That'll be a feat, I'm sure. So that's what the I Totally Thought You Had A Sex Dungeon is for then, huh? Riding out the full moon?
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[ He snorts, taking a shorter sip of his beer. See, Hank really doesn't find himself attractive, that's the joke. ]
But yeah, that's what it's for. The door's deadlocked and trust me -- werewolf claws can't pick locks or do too well with keys, so it works out. [ Once upon a time the lock had been on the outside, but living alone, Hank has had to make due. He'd considered asking Connor for help, but that hasn't gone anywhere. ] I keep it stocked and just kinda... make sure I get home early on those nights. It ain't glamorous, but you get used to it.
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So he just raises a brow at him and listens, then nods. ]
We'll get a system going. Maybe it'll be easier now that you're not dealin' with it alone.
[ Is that something approaching sentimental from Gavin Reed? He clears his throat and slams back the rest of his beer. ]
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