Yeah, I mean. Not like you couldn't have gotten punched in the face or something.
[ Hank takes a few more bites of his steak, finishing it off. He's clearly thinking this through though. ]
Alright, I'll give Fowler a call and let him know what happened. For everybody else, we say you got slammed in the nose. Doctors fixed you up better than they found you. That oughta get you off till Monday, since the full moon's coming up anyway.
[ Hank stands up from his chair, making his way back to the living room to grab his phone. ]
You mind taking care of the dishes? I gotta shower after I make this call.
[ Of course, it's an alpha's duty to take care of his pack. Hank nods and shoots him a grateful smile--which lasts about a second because in the next moment he's on the phone with Jeffrey and they've been friends for long enough that Hank can greet him with a "No, I'm not dead, you asshole." Understandably, the conversation gets pretty heated. Fowler isn't exactly thrilled to find out Hank's turned Gavin, even if it saved his life. Gavin and his fancy new heightened senses should be able to pick up on most of the conversation. ]
Jesus christ, Hank. You promised Beth you wouldn't.
[ Hank growls something like an "I know what I promised, Jeffrey," his tone serious and leaving no room for argument. Fowler sighs, ultimately acquiescing with a "fine, fine," and gives the both of them off for the rest of the week. Gavin for his 'nose job' and Hank for whatever 'minor' injuries he should have after yesterday's shootout. Hank hangs up halfway into a lecture about how he can't keep doing this, but that's just how their friendship goes so he's sure Jeffrey will be over it by the time they come in on Monday. ]
Christ. [ Hank shakes his head, putting his phone down on the coffee table. At least after that mess he'll get to take a shower. He's probably got Gavin's blood on his shirt still? Oops. ] Right, I'm gonna go and wash up. If my phone rings, it's probably Connor. Answer it or don't, he's gonna keep calling.
[ Uh, yeah, so that's it??? He goes into the bathroom and tosses Gavin's pants out before he starts the water. He hasn't gone for a change of clothes or anything, he just wants to relax for a bit mostly. ]
[ Gavin can hear the conversation as he cleans the dishes. He has to pause at one point, reaching a damp hand up to touch the bite spot yet again. He can't wrap his head around the fact that Hank broke such a serious promise to save him. Him, Gavin fuckin' Reed. A lump forms in his throat and he swallows around it, going back to the dishes.
It doesn't have to mean anything, he tells himself. Maybe he already regrets doing it, he tells himself. Gavin sighs and puts the dishes in the drying rack.
He gives Hank a little nod when he comes in. ] Yeah, yeah, I'll handle him.
[ And then he heads to the bathroom and Gavin just sort of stands there until he hears his clothes fall in the hallway. He's never really been in Hank's house, much less continually left to his own devices. He slinks into the hallway and grabs his jeans (and underwear) and goes to start the washer.
Gavin ends up just... staring at it spinning. It's like he's in a trance all of a sudden, his new senses overtaking him and he hears and smells everything. There's a bird in the front with a new nest, a squirrel outside, a mouse in the walls and Sumo. ]
[ Hank enjoys a nice, long shower. The water helps drain him of most of his frustrations, and he hadn't noticed it with everything else going on, but not having the smell of Gavin's blood on him helps a lot too. Speaking of Gavin, Hank can't help but think back to what he's learned about him, all the ways he's surprised him since he decided to turn him.
Sure, it saved his life, but Hank can't deny this is a curse. Gavin gave his life to save him -- him, the most washed up cop in all of Detroit. That had to be worth something, even if Hank didn't think too highly of the kid in general. But things had been different once, too. Hank hadn't always been such a fuck up. And Gavin hadn't always been a colossal asshole. Maybe they were both trying to be better people. Maybe Hank was just lonely. Maybe this is a huge fucking mistake and Hank's a shit alpha and he's going to get them both killed and hunted for just trying to do the right thing. Who knows.
All Hank knows is Gavin is his responsibility now. His pack. He's going to do his damnest to make sure he doesn't fuck that up. When he started this werewolf thing, he'd been fucking miserable. If he can make it a little better for Gavin, then it'll be worth it. And if giving Gavin a second chance helps him reconnect with his family and maybe put some good in the world, then they should be fine. Nobody's gonna have any reason to mess with them and they can just figure this curse shit out one day at a time. Yeah, that's. That's something, at least.
And the weird, warm feelings he gets when Gavin is around and how he can feel how he's feeling just by looking at him, same as Sumo, well that's just gonna get pushed down and never get talked about. Doesn't that sound like a good plan? Hank steps out of the shower, shaking his head and splashing water all over. It's definitely a dumb dog thing but it feels so good to do, ok. ]
Right. First thing's first.
[ Hank wipes steam off the mirror and starts to trim his beard. Does he look... better? Less like shit? Maybe it's because he actually got some sleep last night. Having Gavin under his own roof, sleeping in his bed, had given Hank the kind of calm that he hadn't felt in decades. It hasn't really sunk in that he's an alpha now and that comes with certain perks, but it's definitely there, on the edge of his mind, ready to make itself known any moment now. But in the meantime Hank finishes shaving, wraps himself up in his towel and steps out of the bathroom. Hopefully Gavin's not like, there since Hank is a little self-conscious about his appearance, but the dash to his bedroom should be quick enough... ]
[ The shower turning off knocks him out of his weird little newborn werewolf trance. Oh shit, how long has it been? Way to just loose time there, dumbass. He rubs at his eyes and peeks at Hank's phone. No calls yet.
He hears him talking so he heads over to the hall. ] Yeah? Connor didn't— [ Oh he's. Just in a towel. Gavin yelps and scoots back into the kitchen. ] —call. Sorry.
[ Okay this is really hard because Hank is so fucking handsome, holy shit. The sound of his own heart drowns out everything else for a moment. ]
[ Hank makes a quick beeline to his room, shutting the door behind him. Shit. ]
Fuck, sorry about that, Reed.
[ Like, the dude had yelped? Was he that put off by him? Was he just startled? Who knows, Hank isn't gonna think about it. He dresses quickly, slipping into some faded jeans and one of his very colorful button-ups. It only takes a minute or two for him to step back out and join Gavin in the kitchen. ]
He didn't call at all? Shit, must be some reverse psychology bullshit. [ Hank sighs. ] Alright, I guess I'll text him. We gotta hit the store anyway, I only have enough meat in the house for one of us.
It's fine, it's your house. [ He's gonna die! Having fuckin' supernatural sleepovers with the most attractive guy he's ever met is gonna kill him long before this werewolf bullshit does.
He takes a few deep breaths and goes to put his clothes in the dryer. ] That sounds good, just let my stuff dry. [ Because he's definitely going commando in these sweatpants and he's not going out in public without underwear. ] I guess I should ask Chris to take care of my cat...
[ Try and keep it together, Gavin. At least until the full moon, anyway. Hank for his part just nods. It's definitely reasonable to want to have clean underwear to go outside. Not like he'd fit into any of Hank's. ]
Yeah, we should probably grab more of your shit while we're out, too. I don't really want you outta my sight until we're both back to work.
[ Uh, it sure doesn't sound like Gavin gets a say in that. Because he doesn't. ]
[ Oh... a very primal shudder of pleasure rolls down his back at the tone of Hank's voice. It takes all he has to stop himself from doing that pleased, gentle growling he was doing last night.
The crack about the cat does help the feeling pass. He puts a hand on his chest dramatically. ]
I am well aware of the irony of this whole situation, believe me. But yeah, getting some of my stuff would be ideal.
[ What your alpha says goes, evidently. Hank has no idea he's doing it, he just knows he has to take care of Gavin and that's that. He won't take no for an answer. Even if means having to spend time with a cat. ]
He's gonna be pissed you're on the dog team now.
[ Hank chuckles. It'll probably be fine. Just because cats don't like him doesn't mean they can't reach some kind of compromise. ]
Sounds like we got a plan then. I'll go walk Sumo while your shit finishes drying. Then we can go, grab you some clothes, and buy way too much meat.
[ It helps when your alpha also has a really deep, sexy voice. Oh lordy.
He snorts. ] He already barely tolerates me, so we'll see how it goes. And yeah, you go do that. I'll be ready.
[ He goes to get his phone off the kitchen table to text Chris. Gavin feels a little bad having to lie to him... the guy is also incredibly perceptive, he probably already knows something isn't right about his little 'injury and absence.' (Usually because when he's been on pain meds he's called Chris and rambled in a stoned haze.) ]
[ Aw, you're friends, Gavin. That's cute. Hank grabs Sumo's leash and calls him over, sending one last look at Gavin as if he needs some kind of verification that he'd be okay.
Gavin will be okay. He's in Hank's home. He's safe. It's fine. Leaving for a damn walk shouldn't be this hard, but whatever. Hank opens the door. He's fine! ]
I'll be right back.
[ Sorry, Sumo, you're gonna get a really short, shitty walk. ]
[ Gavin just looks at him, as if he's giving him permission. He's not gonna freak out and chew up the curtains the second he's alone, it's fine. He had his little freak out in the shower last night anyway...
But once Hank leaves the rumbles he was stifling in his chest finally break free. Oh fuck, what is this sound? He's growling and purring? This is awful. He puts a hand over his throat as if that was going to stifle it. Fuck. Fuck, he's content.
So he texts Chris to distract himself from it, and once he confirms he'll watch Mordy starting tomorrow he's noticed it's stopped. Thank fuck.
The dryer dings and he goes to grab his stuff and go change in the bathroom. ]
[ Hank's a good block away by the time Gavin starts really purring, which is too fucking bad because he'd really enjoyed the adorable sounds Gavin had made last night in his sleep. He doesn't want to immediately rush back or anything, but he does take a particularly brisk walk around the neighborhood with Sumo, much to Sumo's disappointment. ]
C'mon, boy. You get it. You know I gotta take care of him. He's mine.
[ Woah, okay, that... was maybe not exactly what hank meant to say, but he said it. Sumo barks in acknowledgement. He does get it. He does his business and doesn't dawdle on the way home, bless him. They make it back in about five minutes, Hank more than happy to be home. ]
[ He gets on his underpants and jeans and just looks in the mirror again for a moment. How can your face feel new? It's so ridiculous.
He touches the bite mark again. Remembers what Hank's lips against his skin felt like. Uh oh, not opening that door. He swallows and grabs his belt, slipping it on as he heads int the hallway.
Oh, he's back. His shirt's pulled up over his stomach as he's messing with the belt. ]
[ Hank shivers as Gavin brushes his hand over the bite again. That's. It's weird. Definitely weird how he can almost kinda feel that. ]
Oh, uh. Yeah, no problem.
[ Also yep. Gavin sure did get ripped since Hank last paid attention to him in his rookie days. Wow. He's. Hmm. Hank should definitely not stare. He looks back down at his hands, unhooking Sumo's leash and actually taking care of shit instead of just standing there like an idiot. ]
[ Gavin finishes the buckle and drops the shirt, going to slip on his shoes. He's not even gonna mess with his hair, bangs in his face and everything. (He's completely oblivious to Hank's awkwardness, too distracted by his own.)
He leans down to pet Sumo for a moment then goes to grab his jacket. ]
[ Hank smiles. It makes him really happy to see Gavin and Sumo getting along. Is that weird? It's maybe a little weird, but Hank doesn't think about it too hard. He grabs his keys and makes his way back to the front door, holding it open for Gavin. ]
Sorry, Sumo, you're sitting this one out. Hold down the fort, while we're gone.
[ He actually winks at Sumo (with one eye! incredible!) as they head out the door. He stuffs his hands in his jacket pockets and finds himself just... standing on the sidewalk for a moment.
Huh.
It's not unpleasant, but it's. A lot. A lot of smells, a lot of sounds, a lot of... feelings. He almost turns around and walks back into Hank's house, where it feels 'safe.'
But that's not how he does things. He sets his jaw and all but stalks over to the car. ]
[ Hank snorts, giving Gavin the space to get used to everything, but still standing by his side if he needs it. Hank follows Gavin to the car and goes around to the driver side to unlock it. He's about to sit down when he smells something, something plastic and metallic and a quick look in the back seat shows exactly what he expects to find. Nothing. No blood, no mess. ]
Fucking Connor. That plastic asshole wouldn't know personal space if it slapped him in the face.
[ Hank shakes his head. He didn't have to do that. (He also snuck into Hank's car, but y'know.) Oh well, he slides into the driver's seat, waiting for Gavin to follow. ]
[ (He shudders again a bit at that comment. Aw fuck.) ]
Huh? [ He's a little overwhelmed by Smells but after a second of focusing he notices it too. And peeks in the back. Gavin snorts and shakes his head, climbing into the car. ]
Like I said, he's insufferably helpful. [ Seat belt clicked in. Well, at least Hank's car is another place that feels 'safe' to him. Helps calm his senses a bit. ]
Leave it to Connor to make a spy mission out of cleaning my fucking car.
[ Hank rolls his eyes, starting the car and pulling them out of the driveway. Naturally, a drive is a great time to talk. And yeah, for all that Connor cleaned, it still smells like Hank. It will always smell like Hank, so long as its his. ]
Oh, yeah. You probably noticed by now, but your sense of smell getting better isn't just about picking up on fresh grass and picking out fifteen herbs and spices. The way people smell... well, everybody's different. It's kinda hard to explain, but you can pick up a lot of shit just by the way people smell. It's a lot harder with androids since they don't fucking sweat or anything, but even them. It's just something you're gonna have to get used to.
Gavin snickers at his grousing, patting a little rhythm on his knees. He turns to listen when he starts talking. Yeah... when he mentions it, that makes sense. ]
Yeah, I get it. I do kinda feel like I'm... knowing more things than I should. It's weird as hell. [ Pat, pat. ] But so far you're just... Hank. Familiar and safe, I guess.
[ Oh, but that's... that's nice. It's nice for Gavin to say and nice to hear and it makes Hank want to puff up his chest and hold Gavin up to his chest. Which he obviously can't do since he's driving so Hank just keeps his gave straight ahead, trying and failing to hide his blush. ]
Good. That's good. [ He laughs. Yes, this deflection should work, surely. ] I'm looking out for you here, so it'd suck if you thought I stank or something.
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[ Hank takes a few more bites of his steak, finishing it off. He's clearly thinking this through though. ]
Alright, I'll give Fowler a call and let him know what happened. For everybody else, we say you got slammed in the nose. Doctors fixed you up better than they found you. That oughta get you off till Monday, since the full moon's coming up anyway.
[ Hank stands up from his chair, making his way back to the living room to grab his phone. ]
You mind taking care of the dishes? I gotta shower after I make this call.
[ He's already looking kinda scruffy. ]
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Shit. He's been on his own for so long he forgot what it felt like. He feels warm again, the Puppy Feeling revving up inside him.
So he just ducks his head and nods, going back to finishing up his last few bites of food. ]
Yeah, 'course. Go do your thing. Just, uh, if you can toss my pants out of the bathroom I'll shove them in the washer.
[ He gets up to take the plates to the sink to wash up. ]
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Jesus christ, Hank. You promised Beth you wouldn't.
[ Hank growls something like an "I know what I promised, Jeffrey," his tone serious and leaving no room for argument. Fowler sighs, ultimately acquiescing with a "fine, fine," and gives the both of them off for the rest of the week. Gavin for his 'nose job' and Hank for whatever 'minor' injuries he should have after yesterday's shootout. Hank hangs up halfway into a lecture about how he can't keep doing this, but that's just how their friendship goes so he's sure Jeffrey will be over it by the time they come in on Monday. ]
Christ. [ Hank shakes his head, putting his phone down on the coffee table. At least after that mess he'll get to take a shower. He's probably got Gavin's blood on his shirt still? Oops. ] Right, I'm gonna go and wash up. If my phone rings, it's probably Connor. Answer it or don't, he's gonna keep calling.
[ Uh, yeah, so that's it??? He goes into the bathroom and tosses Gavin's pants out before he starts the water. He hasn't gone for a change of clothes or anything, he just wants to relax for a bit mostly. ]
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It doesn't have to mean anything, he tells himself. Maybe he already regrets doing it, he tells himself. Gavin sighs and puts the dishes in the drying rack.
He gives Hank a little nod when he comes in. ] Yeah, yeah, I'll handle him.
[ And then he heads to the bathroom and Gavin just sort of stands there until he hears his clothes fall in the hallway. He's never really been in Hank's house, much less continually left to his own devices. He slinks into the hallway and grabs his jeans (and underwear) and goes to start the washer.
Gavin ends up just... staring at it spinning. It's like he's in a trance all of a sudden, his new senses overtaking him and he hears and smells everything. There's a bird in the front with a new nest, a squirrel outside, a mouse in the walls and Sumo. ]
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Sure, it saved his life, but Hank can't deny this is a curse. Gavin gave his life to save him -- him, the most washed up cop in all of Detroit. That had to be worth something, even if Hank didn't think too highly of the kid in general. But things had been different once, too. Hank hadn't always been such a fuck up. And Gavin hadn't always been a colossal asshole. Maybe they were both trying to be better people. Maybe Hank was just lonely. Maybe this is a huge fucking mistake and Hank's a shit alpha and he's going to get them both killed and hunted for just trying to do the right thing. Who knows.
All Hank knows is Gavin is his responsibility now. His pack. He's going to do his damnest to make sure he doesn't fuck that up. When he started this werewolf thing, he'd been fucking miserable. If he can make it a little better for Gavin, then it'll be worth it. And if giving Gavin a second chance helps him reconnect with his family and maybe put some good in the world, then they should be fine. Nobody's gonna have any reason to mess with them and they can just figure this curse shit out one day at a time. Yeah, that's. That's something, at least.
And the weird, warm feelings he gets when Gavin is around and how he can feel how he's feeling just by looking at him, same as Sumo, well that's just gonna get pushed down and never get talked about. Doesn't that sound like a good plan? Hank steps out of the shower, shaking his head and splashing water all over. It's definitely a dumb dog thing but it feels so good to do, ok. ]
Right. First thing's first.
[ Hank wipes steam off the mirror and starts to trim his beard. Does he look... better? Less like shit? Maybe it's because he actually got some sleep last night. Having Gavin under his own roof, sleeping in his bed, had given Hank the kind of calm that he hadn't felt in decades. It hasn't really sunk in that he's an alpha now and that comes with certain perks, but it's definitely there, on the edge of his mind, ready to make itself known any moment now. But in the meantime Hank finishes shaving, wraps himself up in his towel and steps out of the bathroom. Hopefully Gavin's not like, there since Hank is a little self-conscious about his appearance, but the dash to his bedroom should be quick enough... ]
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He hears him talking so he heads over to the hall. ] Yeah? Connor didn't— [ Oh he's. Just in a towel. Gavin yelps and scoots back into the kitchen. ] —call. Sorry.
[ Okay this is really hard because Hank is so fucking handsome, holy shit. The sound of his own heart drowns out everything else for a moment. ]
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Fuck, sorry about that, Reed.
[ Like, the dude had yelped? Was he that put off by him? Was he just startled? Who knows, Hank isn't gonna think about it. He dresses quickly, slipping into some faded jeans and one of his very colorful button-ups. It only takes a minute or two for him to step back out and join Gavin in the kitchen. ]
He didn't call at all? Shit, must be some reverse psychology bullshit. [ Hank sighs. ] Alright, I guess I'll text him. We gotta hit the store anyway, I only have enough meat in the house for one of us.
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He takes a few deep breaths and goes to put his clothes in the dryer. ] That sounds good, just let my stuff dry. [ Because he's definitely going commando in these sweatpants and he's not going out in public without underwear. ] I guess I should ask Chris to take care of my cat...
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Yeah, we should probably grab more of your shit while we're out, too. I don't really want you outta my sight until we're both back to work.
[ Uh, it sure doesn't sound like Gavin gets a say in that. Because he doesn't. ]
...You would have a cat.
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The crack about the cat does help the feeling pass. He puts a hand on his chest dramatically. ]
I am well aware of the irony of this whole situation, believe me. But yeah, getting some of my stuff would be ideal.
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He's gonna be pissed you're on the dog team now.
[ Hank chuckles. It'll probably be fine. Just because cats don't like him doesn't mean they can't reach some kind of compromise. ]
Sounds like we got a plan then. I'll go walk Sumo while your shit finishes drying. Then we can go, grab you some clothes, and buy way too much meat.
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He snorts. ] He already barely tolerates me, so we'll see how it goes. And yeah, you go do that. I'll be ready.
[ He goes to get his phone off the kitchen table to text Chris. Gavin feels a little bad having to lie to him... the guy is also incredibly perceptive, he probably already knows something isn't right about his little 'injury and absence.' (Usually because when he's been on pain meds he's called Chris and rambled in a stoned haze.) ]
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Gavin will be okay. He's in Hank's home. He's safe. It's fine. Leaving for a damn walk shouldn't be this hard, but whatever. Hank opens the door. He's fine! ]
I'll be right back.
[ Sorry, Sumo, you're gonna get a really short, shitty walk. ]
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But once Hank leaves the rumbles he was stifling in his chest finally break free. Oh fuck, what is this sound? He's growling and purring? This is awful. He puts a hand over his throat as if that was going to stifle it. Fuck. Fuck, he's content.
So he texts Chris to distract himself from it, and once he confirms he'll watch Mordy starting tomorrow he's noticed it's stopped. Thank fuck.
The dryer dings and he goes to grab his stuff and go change in the bathroom. ]
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C'mon, boy. You get it. You know I gotta take care of him. He's mine.
[ Woah, okay, that... was maybe not exactly what hank meant to say, but he said it. Sumo barks in acknowledgement. He does get it. He does his business and doesn't dawdle on the way home, bless him. They make it back in about five minutes, Hank more than happy to be home. ]
Reed? You ready to go?
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He touches the bite mark again. Remembers what Hank's lips against his skin felt like. Uh oh, not opening that door. He swallows and grabs his belt, slipping it on as he heads int the hallway.
Oh, he's back. His shirt's pulled up over his stomach as he's messing with the belt. ]
Yeah, just a sec.
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Oh, uh. Yeah, no problem.
[ Also yep. Gavin sure did get ripped since Hank last paid attention to him in his rookie days. Wow. He's. Hmm. Hank should definitely not stare. He looks back down at his hands, unhooking Sumo's leash and actually taking care of shit instead of just standing there like an idiot. ]
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He leans down to pet Sumo for a moment then goes to grab his jacket. ]
Alright, let's go see how I do in public.
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[ Hank smiles. It makes him really happy to see Gavin and Sumo getting along. Is that weird? It's maybe a little weird, but Hank doesn't think about it too hard. He grabs his keys and makes his way back to the front door, holding it open for Gavin. ]
Sorry, Sumo, you're sitting this one out. Hold down the fort, while we're gone.
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[ He actually winks at Sumo (with one eye! incredible!) as they head out the door. He stuffs his hands in his jacket pockets and finds himself just... standing on the sidewalk for a moment.
Huh.
It's not unpleasant, but it's. A lot. A lot of smells, a lot of sounds, a lot of... feelings. He almost turns around and walks back into Hank's house, where it feels 'safe.'
But that's not how he does things. He sets his jaw and all but stalks over to the car. ]
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[ Hank snorts, giving Gavin the space to get used to everything, but still standing by his side if he needs it. Hank follows Gavin to the car and goes around to the driver side to unlock it. He's about to sit down when he smells something, something plastic and metallic and a quick look in the back seat shows exactly what he expects to find. Nothing. No blood, no mess. ]
Fucking Connor. That plastic asshole wouldn't know personal space if it slapped him in the face.
[ Hank shakes his head. He didn't have to do that. (He also snuck into Hank's car, but y'know.) Oh well, he slides into the driver's seat, waiting for Gavin to follow. ]
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Huh? [ He's a little overwhelmed by Smells but after a second of focusing he notices it too. And peeks in the back. Gavin snorts and shakes his head, climbing into the car. ]
Like I said, he's insufferably helpful. [ Seat belt clicked in. Well, at least Hank's car is another place that feels 'safe' to him. Helps calm his senses a bit. ]
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Leave it to Connor to make a spy mission out of cleaning my fucking car.
[ Hank rolls his eyes, starting the car and pulling them out of the driveway. Naturally, a drive is a great time to talk. And yeah, for all that Connor cleaned, it still smells like Hank. It will always smell like Hank, so long as its his. ]
Oh, yeah. You probably noticed by now, but your sense of smell getting better isn't just about picking up on fresh grass and picking out fifteen herbs and spices. The way people smell... well, everybody's different. It's kinda hard to explain, but you can pick up a lot of shit just by the way people smell. It's a lot harder with androids since they don't fucking sweat or anything, but even them. It's just something you're gonna have to get used to.
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Gavin snickers at his grousing, patting a little rhythm on his knees. He turns to listen when he starts talking. Yeah... when he mentions it, that makes sense. ]
Yeah, I get it. I do kinda feel like I'm... knowing more things than I should. It's weird as hell. [ Pat, pat. ] But so far you're just... Hank. Familiar and safe, I guess.
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[ Oh, but that's... that's nice. It's nice for Gavin to say and nice to hear and it makes Hank want to puff up his chest and hold Gavin up to his chest. Which he obviously can't do since he's driving so Hank just keeps his gave straight ahead, trying and failing to hide his blush. ]
Good. That's good. [ He laughs. Yes, this deflection should work, surely. ] I'm looking out for you here, so it'd suck if you thought I stank or something.
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