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. ]
[ Mmmhmm cause that's totally over, isn't it, Gavin? ]
Huh. Maybe it will.
[ That's a very sweet sentiment, Gavin. Hank is kinda proud? He's a little proud. In that weird way where he isn't sure why he's proud. ]
Might be nice to not deal with this shit by myself. But the first time sucks extra hard, so I'm just warning you, man. I'll be there for you but I just want you to know it, uh... it gets less shitty.
You'll survive. I'll make sure of that. [ Which is like, super ominous so Hank follows it up quickly. ] Bring an extra change of clothes and you'll be fine.
[ Unless you want to strip in front of Hank, which, you're gonna have to get used to eventually, Gavin, but Hank would get not wanting to start there. ]
Hm? Oh, yeah. Plastic prick figured it out pretty much the first full moon he saw me for. I mean, androids weren't built to understand this stuff, but once he went deviant he had no problem going right up to me and asking, [ He does a pretty piss-poor Connor impression: ] "Lieutenant, I looked in your records and you show a consistent string of absences on the full moon. Are you a werewolf?"
[ It's ominous but it totally doesn't make Gavin feel all... warm and safe. It's just the new instincts!! That's all! Yep! So he snorts to cover it up. ] A regular ol' sleepover, huh?
[ It's not like he really cares, he's spent enough time in communal showers between the academy, the precinct and the gym.
At that Connor 'impression,' Gavin throws his head back and genuinely laughs. ] That was a fuckin' awful, he sounds nothing like that. But yeah, I'm not surprised.
[ Hank grins. This is hardly a sleepover but they're both gonna feel hungover the next day, so why not make the most of it?
And you know what? He knows his impression was awful. But Hank could never get his voice to sound as weird as Connor's, that's just a fact he's gonna have to live with. He just snorts, even if the sound of Gavin genuinely laughing makes him feel like he did something right... I mean, that's normal, right? ]
Surprised he didn't just storm my basement himself. Kid doesn't really give a fuck about shit like personal space. Don't be surprised if he smells it on you or something.
[ Hm... getting Hank to smile again is. Nice. He has a good smile, at least. Which, you know, is a completely objective opinion...! ]
I get the feeling he's gonna try to help us a lot, isn't he? [ He leans back in his chair again. ] Probably. That super computer brain of his will probably notice something's changed about me.
[ Get ready to end up super hairy dude, sorry. At least it's a good look on you. ]
Yeah, surprised he hasn't shown up yet, actually. He'll probably come straight here from work to check on me -- if he finds out you got hurt and sees you here, he'll know what's up. Plus I mean, the nose thing.
[ Hank points at his own nose here. It's a good look on Gavin, if it didn't remind him so much of his brother... ]
Don't be surprised if he gets everything figured out in like 5 seconds. That's Connor for you.
...you mean you're a week of no shaving away from lookin' like freaking Santa Clause? Jesus. [ He's gonna look like a goddamn mountain man then.
He snorts. ]
No, we weren't 'allowed' to do stuff like that. [ He shrugs. ] It was the last fight we had, before I left the family. I started it, I don't know, we just started throwing and hitting each other. Y'know, brotherly love and all that shit.
I... probably should. Especially after all this. [ He drops his hands on his lap and looks at them. ] My life kinda flashed before my eyes. And I had... a lot of regrets. Not speaking to him since that day we fought is one of them.
[ He sighs and shakes his head. ] One thing at a time though. Let's get through this first full moon.
[ Hank nods sympathetically. At least if he can do something right for Gavin, it won't feel like he made the wrong decision here.]
Much as he might be a bit of a creep, he probably misses you too. Like you said, you're twins, so it's inevitable.
[ That's a good attitude to have, honestly. Hank finishes off his beer, setting it down and grabbing Gavin's plate to toss in the sink. ]
Yeah, you probably need some rest, too. You can take the bed, I got a few calls to make and I doubt you wanna get woken up when Connor gets here. Because he's definitely been texting me since shit went down.
[ But hey at least Connor is used to Hank never responding. ]
[ Oh... shit. That Puppy Feeling is back, practically cooing deep in his chest at the thought of being cocooned in his alpha's sent.
Fuck! What the fuck! The first fucking thing he's learning is to how to deal with this shit. This is not cool. His chest wants to rattle and vibrate with this feeling and he swallows it back the best he can. ]
Yeah, uh. That sounds good. Not really up for dealing with anything else tonight.
[ He stands up, smoothing down the front of Hank's band shirt. ]
Thanks. For, y'know, trying to show me the ropes. You've always kinda done that for me, huh?
[ You're stuck this way now, Gavin, better get used to it. Hank for his part doesn't really notice since the whole "shared emotions" thing tends to only work involuntarily when it's things like distress, anger and pain. Your crush is your own, at least! ]
I guess so, huh?
[ Hank smiles softly, looking up from the dishes. The fondness in his voice might be thanks to that pack mentality he's getting, but it's no less genuine. ]
Go on and get some rest. My room's across from the bathroom, so just make yourself at home.
[ How dare you it's not a crush!! What a ridiculous thought! He'd never! It's just the new pack instincts, that's all!
But aw fuck... no one's talked to him in that tone of voice in a long time. His ribs are still trying to vibrate out of his torso. He clears his throat and nods. ]
Yeah, uh. Thanks. See you in the morning.
[ With that, he wanders on back into the house. He goes to grab his phone out of his jeans that he'd totally forgotten about.
Then he's in... the room. The smell is instantly overwhelming and he puts a hand over his mouth and nose, choking a little. Jesus Christ! In, out, Gavin. It's just a smell. Get over it.
After a few moments he finally wobbles to Hank's bed. Slowly, slowly... he gets in. Lays on his back, stiff as a board. Fuck. He's not gonna sleep, is he?
Except about fifteen minutes later he's fast asleep in the best sleep he's had in years. ]
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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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Huh. Maybe it will.
[ That's a very sweet sentiment, Gavin. Hank is kinda proud? He's a little proud. In that weird way where he isn't sure why he's proud. ]
Might be nice to not deal with this shit by myself. But the first time sucks extra hard, so I'm just warning you, man. I'll be there for you but I just want you to know it, uh... it gets less shitty.
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He just shrugs. ]
I'll prepare for the worst then. I'm good at that. [ He peels the label half off and leaves it, the noise too unpleasant. Quick change the subject— ]
Does Connor know?
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[ Unless you want to strip in front of Hank, which, you're gonna have to get used to eventually, Gavin, but Hank would get not wanting to start there. ]
Hm? Oh, yeah. Plastic prick figured it out pretty much the first full moon he saw me for. I mean, androids weren't built to understand this stuff, but once he went deviant he had no problem going right up to me and asking, [ He does a pretty piss-poor Connor impression: ] "Lieutenant, I looked in your records and you show a consistent string of absences on the full moon. Are you a werewolf?"
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[ It's not like he really cares, he's spent enough time in communal showers between the academy, the precinct and the gym.
At that Connor 'impression,' Gavin throws his head back and genuinely laughs. ] That was a fuckin' awful, he sounds nothing like that. But yeah, I'm not surprised.
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[ Hank grins. This is hardly a sleepover but they're both gonna feel hungover the next day, so why not make the most of it?
And you know what? He knows his impression was awful. But Hank could never get his voice to sound as weird as Connor's, that's just a fact he's gonna have to live with. He just snorts, even if the sound of Gavin genuinely laughing makes him feel like he did something right... I mean, that's normal, right? ]
Surprised he didn't just storm my basement himself. Kid doesn't really give a fuck about shit like personal space. Don't be surprised if he smells it on you or something.
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[ Hm... getting Hank to smile again is. Nice. He has a good smile, at least. Which, you know, is a completely objective opinion...! ]
I get the feeling he's gonna try to help us a lot, isn't he? [ He leans back in his chair again. ] Probably. That super computer brain of his will probably notice something's changed about me.
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Gonna be doing a lot more of that, actually.
[ Get ready to end up super hairy dude, sorry. At least it's a good look on you. ]
Yeah, surprised he hasn't shown up yet, actually. He'll probably come straight here from work to check on me -- if he finds out you got hurt and sees you here, he'll know what's up. Plus I mean, the nose thing.
[ Hank points at his own nose here. It's a good look on Gavin, if it didn't remind him so much of his brother... ]
Don't be surprised if he gets everything figured out in like 5 seconds. That's Connor for you.
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More than I already do? Damn.
[ He touches his nose again, then gently taps at it. ]
It feels really weird, let me tell you. [ He huffs. ] Y'know who broke it in the first place? Eli.
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[ Which is to say even his "lazy" look takes a bit of effort. It's no wonder people always think Hank looks way worse than he feels sometimes. ]
Shit, seriously? What, did he throw you off a jungle gym as a kid?
[ Yeah, Hank is sure Elijah Kamski was an awful, awful child. ]
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...you mean you're a week of no shaving away from lookin' like freaking Santa Clause? Jesus. [ He's gonna look like a goddamn mountain man then.
He snorts. ]
No, we weren't 'allowed' to do stuff like that. [ He shrugs. ] It was the last fight we had, before I left the family. I started it, I don't know, we just started throwing and hitting each other. Y'know, brotherly love and all that shit.
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[ He shrugs. He just always manages to look scruffy! It's part of the curse. They're not poodles. They're wolves. So hair has a limit, apparently. ]
Christ. Well your parents sure sound like great folks. No wonder you're both fucked up. I mean, him more than you for sure, but. You know.
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Yeah, our folks are your classic narcissistic parents. Eli was the golden child and I was the scapegoat. I'm sure you already figured that out though.
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Kinda figured, yeah. Sounds like you lucked out, getting the fuck out of that shit.
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Dunno. I miss him more than I act like I do, obviously. Twin thing I think.
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Yeah, that's gotta be rough. If you guys had all that time together, you're bound to get a little dependent on each other. Can't be easy.
[ And of course now that Gavin is Hank's responsibility, he wants him to be happy. It just can't be helped. ]
You ever think about getting back in touch with him? I might not have his number, but I have his address if you want it.
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I... probably should. Especially after all this. [ He drops his hands on his lap and looks at them. ] My life kinda flashed before my eyes. And I had... a lot of regrets. Not speaking to him since that day we fought is one of them.
[ He sighs and shakes his head. ] One thing at a time though. Let's get through this first full moon.
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[ Hank nods sympathetically. At least if he can do something right for Gavin, it won't feel like he made the wrong decision here.]
Much as he might be a bit of a creep, he probably misses you too. Like you said, you're twins, so it's inevitable.
[ That's a good attitude to have, honestly. Hank finishes off his beer, setting it down and grabbing Gavin's plate to toss in the sink. ]
Yeah, you probably need some rest, too. You can take the bed, I got a few calls to make and I doubt you wanna get woken up when Connor gets here. Because he's definitely been texting me since shit went down.
[ But hey at least Connor is used to Hank never responding. ]
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Fuck! What the fuck! The first fucking thing he's learning is to how to deal with this shit. This is not cool. His chest wants to rattle and vibrate with this feeling and he swallows it back the best he can. ]
Yeah, uh. That sounds good. Not really up for dealing with anything else tonight.
[ He stands up, smoothing down the front of Hank's band shirt. ]
Thanks. For, y'know, trying to show me the ropes. You've always kinda done that for me, huh?
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[ You're stuck this way now, Gavin, better get used to it. Hank for his part doesn't really notice since the whole "shared emotions" thing tends to only work involuntarily when it's things like distress, anger and pain. Your crush is your own, at least! ]
I guess so, huh?
[ Hank smiles softly, looking up from the dishes. The fondness in his voice might be thanks to that pack mentality he's getting, but it's no less genuine. ]
Go on and get some rest. My room's across from the bathroom, so just make yourself at home.
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But aw fuck... no one's talked to him in that tone of voice in a long time. His ribs are still trying to vibrate out of his torso. He clears his throat and nods. ]
Yeah, uh. Thanks. See you in the morning.
[ With that, he wanders on back into the house. He goes to grab his phone out of his jeans that he'd totally forgotten about.
Then he's in... the room. The smell is instantly overwhelming and he puts a hand over his mouth and nose, choking a little. Jesus Christ! In, out, Gavin. It's just a smell. Get over it.
After a few moments he finally wobbles to Hank's bed. Slowly, slowly... he gets in. Lays on his back, stiff as a board. Fuck. He's not gonna sleep, is he?
Except about fifteen minutes later he's fast asleep in the best sleep he's had in years. ]
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