[ 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. ]
[ Yeah, Hank's not gonna say anything about the cute growling—even though it is extremely fucking cute. Hank is pretty sure he'd die for Gavin if anything even remotely threatened him. Hank just waves him off and sure enough, Connor arrives in the next couple of minutes.
Hank fills him in and assures him that everything is under control. As under control as things can be, with Gavin now being a werewolf. But they'll figure it out and Hank will call in to work and they'll be ready. Right now Hank's still feeling a little protective of his new pack so when Connor asks to see how Gavin's doing, Hank glares probably more than he needs to... Look, he's still getting used to this shit too. Connor understands. He heads back to his place once he's confirmed that Hank is fine.
And once Connor's gone, Hank checks on Gavin one more time, feeling that swell of affection and pride from just looking at the loser sleep. Jesus. Well, having confirmed that Gavin's still asleep, Hank goes back to the couch and falls right to sleep. It's been a long fucking day. ]
[ He's definitely curled up very cutely in Hank's bed, practically purring. That soft little growl is gonna be his Thing, it seems. Especially when he's enveloped in Hank's smell. He barely remembers his dreams but it's warm; strong arms around him and pressed up against his back.
He doesn't sleep well most of the time, so it's an odd feeling to suddenly be cured of your horrendous insomnia. When the morning sun is peaking through the window he rolls over and scratches at his stomach, still warm and content.
Man, what a weird dream... he was with Hank and— Oh. Wait. It wasn't a dream. He sits up and looks around, blinking a few times. Hank's room, Hank's smell, Hank's clothes on his body.
He touches the spot on his neck where Hank bit him. Hank's mouth, his teeth... he shudders. It's not entirely unpleasant and he's shoving that away for now, thank you.
He crawls out of bed and peeks out into the hallway. ]
[ That growling purr is gonna wreck Hank one of these days, but as of right now, Hank is still asleep on the couch. He grumbles lightly when Gavin touches the mark in his neck, the deep connection of their bond tugging at him even while he's not conscious of its pull.
Still, Hank snores away peacefully on the couch with Sumo asleep at his feet. So yeah, your alpha is still out like a light, Gavin, what're you gonna do? ]
[ He watches him for a moment, not sure what to make of things for the moment. It's... strange. New. Kind of terrifying? (Hot.) He guesses all he can do now is take it all day by day.
He's struck with the urge to repay his kindness, in some way. He doesn't know if it's an organic desire or because of This Energy between them now but. After a few more minutes of just watching Hank sleep, he quietly pads into the kitchen to start making breakfast. Steak and eggs will do, right?
He absently touches at his neck as he stands over the stove. ]
[ The smell of food is a great thing to wake up to, never mind the solid, gentle pull Hank feels every time Gavin touches his scar. It soothes some deeper part of him, knowing Gavin is safe. Hank probably hasn't slept this good in a while.
Hank rolls over a few more times, still fast asleep and dreaming peacefully, but by now Sumo has woken up and he pads over to Gavin to say hello and see if he'll feed him too. C'mon, Gavin, who can say no to such a cute, lovable face? ]
[ He finds himself humming which is weird because he's not a humming kind of guy. When Sumo heads on in Gavin looks down at him, not able to stop a small smile. He'll never admit it, but he's always liked Sumo. It's weird being able to understand his intentions now.
After a moment he tosses a little bit of the steak down for him, turning the stove down low and kneeling down in front of the dog. ]
Hey buddy. [ He pets him gently on the head. ] You've been watching out for him all this time, haven't you?
[ Sumo barks happily, enjoying both the free snack and the attention from Hank's newest addition to the pack. He's definitely been the one who's been taking care of Hank the longest. He's happy to—Hank is the best.
Speaking of Hank, the smell of cooked meat is definitely enough to get him to wake up. He grumbles a little as he gets up, blinking at his surroundings until the prior night comes back to him. ]
Are you making breakfast?
[ Is Gavin Reed actually doing something nice? Without being forced to? ]
[ Hank smiles, rolling off the couch and yawning. He's still wearing yesterday's clothes—didn't really feel right to interrupt Gavin's sleep just to change into pj's.
He walks up to the kitchen and pets Sumo, opening one of the cupboards to fetch his kibble and refill his bowl. ]
[ Hank was a master at pushing people away for a long time, even regardless of the werewolf thing. He knows it when he sees it, so he's not totally surprised to find Gavin being totally tsun. Plus, yeah, he can totally press against that Thing they have and tell he's just kidding himself. ]
Still, it's... it's nice. You didn't strike me as the type. Guess we're gonna learn a lot more about each other from now on.
[ He hates this. He was a lot more vulnerable last night with the whole nearly dying adrenaline rush thing, now he's slept and some of his walls were put back up in the night. Or well, attempted to at least. It's suddenly seemingly a lot harder to do.
So he rolls his shoulders, ignoring the nervous pinch in between them at the thought of Hank just knowing him far too well and. Clears his throat.
And side steps his statement. ]
I know how to cook. My grandma didn't raise an ungrateful heathen. [ He says, face still delightfully flushed. ] Your coffee maker just started on its own, by the way.
[ Hank shuffles over to the coffee maker and serves himself a mug of coffee. He's actually in a pretty good mood this morning but coffee never hurts. Maybe knowing Gavin's alright and actually doing something nice for him is helping. ]
Hey, I ain't complaining. It would've just been me making you breakfast if you hadn't gone and started doing it.
[ Aw, Gavin, you're spoiling him. Hank loves it. Anybody who's nice to his dog gets an instant pass, even if you weren't already in his pack, that would be the clincher. ]
Yeah, good thing too. [ Hank chuckles. ] Much as I love the guy, I ain't about to have dog food for breakfast.
[ Has he tried dog food? He's definitely tried dog food. Look, Hank used to get drunk a lot. ]
[ Stop looking at him like that, he's gonna die!! That Puppy Feeling is wagging it's tail in his chest again, but he manages to not start the adorable growling all over again. (But his instincts are singing at making Hank so happy. What the fuck?)
He just clears his throat and takes the two plates over to the table. ]
For the best. [ Gavin definitely ate dog food in college once, he wouldn't judge. Quick change the subject: ] Did Connor come by?
[ Hank grabs a seat and grins at his plate. It feels nice to have Gavin make food for him. Weirdly, food is one of those things that he can enjoy both mentally and instinctively, though he's pretty sure he's never been this psyched to have someone cook for him before. It's probably a werewolf thing, so he won't think too hard on it. ]
Yep. He wanted to see how we were doing. I told him you were fine, just sleeping off the worst of it. [ And he didn't let Connor see him because his instincts had gotten the better of him, but Hank won't say that. ] He offered to help out if we need anything leading up to the full moon.
[ He pops the yolk and starts to cut up the meat, dipping it. Gavin snorts but is polite enough to not talk with a mouthful of food. ]
He's insufferably helpful sometimes. [ He's quiet for a moment as he eats, his brows softening a little. ] I dunno though... I wouldn't want to accidentally break him.
[ Hank scoops the egg up and flops it right on his steak, expertly flipping it over. Yeah, whatever, dipping is for people who are careful enough for that. He takes his first bite and hums softly at the taste. Shit, that's good. ]
Yeah, androids are kinda in a weird place with this whole thing. [ Hank twirls his fork just a bit for the "this whole thing" part. ] They don't smell alive at least not as far as the wolf is concerned. But they think and act like people, so it's not like we ignore 'em altogether.
[ Hank takes another bite, definitely not polite enough to not talk with his mouth full. ]
He's offered to stay with me on the full moon, but I always turn him down. I don't really wanna find out whether or not my dumbass wolf instincts think he's a chair or a snack.
[ Aw, but Gavin... cares. That's. More than Hank expected, actually, what with Gavin's general attitude towards Connor. Hank swallows, a knowing glint in his eye. Who knew Gavin could be nice? ]
He'll be safe leading up to it, though -- I'm not gonna let you lose your head so much that you start actually biting people on the leadup to your first shift.
[ Ugh, Hank, you're insufferably charming even with food in your mouth. Gavin looks at him while he talks, unable to stop the faint amused smirk on his face.
He nods at his explanation. ] Yeah, that makes sense I guess.
[ He rolls his shoulders again, sort of sensing his surprise at his statement. He shovels more food in his mouth to give him some time to think of a response. ]
Look, you can probably figure out why I was always such a dick about androids. But I've been... I dunno. Trying to be less of an asshole. Connor kicked my ass when I really needed it. [ He shrugs and swirls some steak in the yolk again. ] If he hadn't I probably would have had a full on mental breakdown all on my own.
[ Right, the Kamski thing. Hank nods. Connor's ass-kicking of Gavin had been a pretty big joke around the office, which probably didn't help things for Gavin. It's kind of weird thinking of Gavin as a person instead of just a bully, but Hank's kind of had a soft spot for the kid since he was a rookie back in the day. That soft spot is just kinda coming back now. ]
Hey, sometimes we need an ass-kicking to get our shit together. I know for me it took a damn android breaking into my house and throwing me under a cold tap to wake my ass up, so I got no room to judge.
[ Gavin snorts with a mouthful of food, covering his mouth absently. He's never been able to unlearn all the years of propriety training he was forced through as a kid. Damn high society freaks. ]
Yeah. Maybe if the detective thing doesn't work out he can work as a life coach or something. [ He keeps eating, already almost halfway done. Gavin looks up at him, swallowing with a bob of his throat. ]
I have noticed, by the way. That you've been better. [ He clenches his jaw for a moment. ]
[ It's very cute, at least, watching Gavin try his best table manners even now that he's a werewolf. ]
Yeah, you might be on to something there. Though he might not last long, what with kicking all of his clients.
[ Hank smirks, though the next bit catches him off-guard. Oh... that's sweet of Gavin. Normally Hank would brush off the concern but Gavin is in his pack now so it's. It's touching. ]
Thanks.
[ You did it, you made Hank blush. A little. Hank quickly sticks another large bite of steak in his mouth. That oughta do it. Mmhmm, not need to talk about that anymore. ]
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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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Hank fills him in and assures him that everything is under control. As under control as things can be, with Gavin now being a werewolf. But they'll figure it out and Hank will call in to work and they'll be ready. Right now Hank's still feeling a little protective of his new pack so when Connor asks to see how Gavin's doing, Hank glares probably more than he needs to... Look, he's still getting used to this shit too. Connor understands. He heads back to his place once he's confirmed that Hank is fine.
And once Connor's gone, Hank checks on Gavin one more time, feeling that swell of affection and pride from just looking at the loser sleep. Jesus. Well, having confirmed that Gavin's still asleep, Hank goes back to the couch and falls right to sleep. It's been a long fucking day. ]
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He doesn't sleep well most of the time, so it's an odd feeling to suddenly be cured of your horrendous insomnia. When the morning sun is peaking through the window he rolls over and scratches at his stomach, still warm and content.
Man, what a weird dream... he was with Hank and— Oh. Wait. It wasn't a dream. He sits up and looks around, blinking a few times. Hank's room, Hank's smell, Hank's clothes on his body.
He touches the spot on his neck where Hank bit him. Hank's mouth, his teeth... he shudders. It's not entirely unpleasant and he's shoving that away for now, thank you.
He crawls out of bed and peeks out into the hallway. ]
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Still, Hank snores away peacefully on the couch with Sumo asleep at his feet. So yeah, your alpha is still out like a light, Gavin, what're you gonna do? ]
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Hot.) He guesses all he can do now is take it all day by day.He's struck with the urge to repay his kindness, in some way. He doesn't know if it's an organic desire or because of This Energy between them now but. After a few more minutes of just watching Hank sleep, he quietly pads into the kitchen to start making breakfast. Steak and eggs will do, right?
He absently touches at his neck as he stands over the stove. ]
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Hank rolls over a few more times, still fast asleep and dreaming peacefully, but by now Sumo has woken up and he pads over to Gavin to say hello and see if he'll feed him too. C'mon, Gavin, who can say no to such a cute, lovable face? ]
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After a moment he tosses a little bit of the steak down for him, turning the stove down low and kneeling down in front of the dog. ]
Hey buddy. [ He pets him gently on the head. ] You've been watching out for him all this time, haven't you?
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Speaking of Hank, the smell of cooked meat is definitely enough to get him to wake up. He grumbles a little as he gets up, blinking at his surroundings until the prior night comes back to him. ]
Are you making breakfast?
[ Is Gavin Reed actually doing something nice? Without being forced to? ]
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He clears his throat and goes back to what he's doing. Eggs over easy, since he didn't feel like messing with poaching them. ]
I mean, I was up first. Seemed appropriate.
[ He just kind of grunts it out. Or attempts to. He's embarrassed!! ]
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[ Hank smiles, rolling off the couch and yawning. He's still wearing yesterday's clothes—didn't really feel right to interrupt Gavin's sleep just to change into pj's.
He walks up to the kitchen and pets Sumo, opening one of the cupboards to fetch his kibble and refill his bowl. ]
I won't tell anybody you're secretly an okay guy.
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He wonders if it's because of This that he finds himself muttering: ] It's easier if people think otherwise.
[ ...okay then. For fuck's sake. He grunts again. ] It's just breakfast, don't be so melodramatic.
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[ Hank was a master at pushing people away for a long time, even regardless of the werewolf thing. He knows it when he sees it, so he's not totally surprised to find Gavin being totally tsun. Plus, yeah, he can totally press against that Thing they have and tell he's just kidding himself. ]
Still, it's... it's nice. You didn't strike me as the type. Guess we're gonna learn a lot more about each other from now on.
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So he rolls his shoulders, ignoring the nervous pinch in between them at the thought of Hank just knowing him far too well and. Clears his throat.
And side steps his statement. ]
I know how to cook. My grandma didn't raise an ungrateful heathen. [ He says, face still delightfully flushed. ] Your coffee maker just started on its own, by the way.
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[ Hank shuffles over to the coffee maker and serves himself a mug of coffee. He's actually in a pretty good mood this morning but coffee never hurts. Maybe knowing Gavin's alright and actually doing something nice for him is helping. ]
Hey, I ain't complaining. It would've just been me making you breakfast if you hadn't gone and started doing it.
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Well it'd either be you, me or Sumo. And the fuzzball doesn't have opposable thumbs so it'd be a little tricky. Right?
[ Have another little bit of steak that came off the meat, buddy boy. ]
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Yeah, good thing too. [ Hank chuckles. ] Much as I love the guy, I ain't about to have dog food for breakfast.
[ Has he tried dog food? He's definitely tried dog food. Look, Hank used to get drunk a lot. ]
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He just clears his throat and takes the two plates over to the table. ]
For the best. [ Gavin definitely ate dog food in college once, he wouldn't judge. Quick change the subject: ] Did Connor come by?
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Yep. He wanted to see how we were doing. I told him you were fine, just sleeping off the worst of it. [ And he didn't let Connor see him because his instincts had gotten the better of him, but Hank won't say that. ] He offered to help out if we need anything leading up to the full moon.
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He's insufferably helpful sometimes. [ He's quiet for a moment as he eats, his brows softening a little. ] I dunno though... I wouldn't want to accidentally break him.
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Yeah, androids are kinda in a weird place with this whole thing. [ Hank twirls his fork just a bit for the "this whole thing" part. ] They don't smell alive at least not as far as the wolf is concerned. But they think and act like people, so it's not like we ignore 'em altogether.
[ Hank takes another bite, definitely not polite enough to not talk with his mouth full. ]
He's offered to stay with me on the full moon, but I always turn him down. I don't really wanna find out whether or not my dumbass wolf instincts think he's a chair or a snack.
[ Aw, but Gavin... cares. That's. More than Hank expected, actually, what with Gavin's general attitude towards Connor. Hank swallows, a knowing glint in his eye. Who knew Gavin could be nice? ]
He'll be safe leading up to it, though -- I'm not gonna let you lose your head so much that you start actually biting people on the leadup to your first shift.
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He nods at his explanation. ] Yeah, that makes sense I guess.
[ He rolls his shoulders again, sort of sensing his surprise at his statement. He shovels more food in his mouth to give him some time to think of a response. ]
Look, you can probably figure out why I was always such a dick about androids. But I've been... I dunno. Trying to be less of an asshole. Connor kicked my ass when I really needed it. [ He shrugs and swirls some steak in the yolk again. ] If he hadn't I probably would have had a full on mental breakdown all on my own.
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Hey, sometimes we need an ass-kicking to get our shit together. I know for me it took a damn android breaking into my house and throwing me under a cold tap to wake my ass up, so I got no room to judge.
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Yeah. Maybe if the detective thing doesn't work out he can work as a life coach or something. [ He keeps eating, already almost halfway done. Gavin looks up at him, swallowing with a bob of his throat. ]
I have noticed, by the way. That you've been better. [ He clenches his jaw for a moment. ]
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Yeah, you might be on to something there. Though he might not last long, what with kicking all of his clients.
[ Hank smirks, though the next bit catches him off-guard. Oh... that's sweet of Gavin. Normally Hank would brush off the concern but Gavin is in his pack now so it's. It's touching. ]
Thanks.
[ You did it, you made Hank blush. A little. Hank quickly sticks another large bite of steak in his mouth. That oughta do it. Mmhmm, not need to talk about that anymore. ]
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