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.
[ Oh... hm. He can sense that contentedness from Hank and it's. Sure a thing. His ribs want to rattle again but he swallows it back, absently reaching up to touch at his neck again. ]
Yeah, uh. Don't worry, you're good. [ A pause. ] I... I appreciate it though. That you're doing all of this for me.
[ Oh, but talking is so much easier than acknowledging the warm contentedness that Gavin pretty much broadcasts the moment he touches a hand to the bite on his neck. If that's gonna become a habit for Gavin, Hank sure as hell ain't gonna stop it.
It's... really nice. Words are one thing, but feeling it is really nice too. Hank clears his throat, looking over at Gavin once they've stopped at a red light. ]
Well, it's like I said. I ain't about to leave you to figure this shit out on your own. I know what that's like and it sucks.
[ It's been comforting and grounding through all of this so far, so he's not going to stop. He really doesn't have any idea that Hank feels it too... he'd die of embarrassment if he knew that.
He turns to look at him, dropping his hand back in his lap at the light. Gavin manages a little smile. ]
Yeah... it's kinda weird to me. Since that's kinda how shit's always been for me. [ 'You're smart, Ezra, you don't need help.' ]
[ Hank spares Gavin a look before he has to turn back towards the road. It's sad to think of Gavin never getting the acknowledgement he so clearly needed. Growing up under Elijah Kamski's shadow cleft a pretty obvious scar on him, and not just the one on his face. Really, it's no wonder Gavin had been such a bright-eyed, hard-working rookie back when they first met. He just wanted someone to notice and tell him he was doing alright. ]
Guess I'll be bucking the trend. [ Hank shrugs like it's no big deal, even knowing it's quite a big deal. ] You can count on me, alright? I turned you, so you're my pack. [ He smirks, flashing a bit of fang just because he can. ] Good luck getting rid of me now.
[ Maybe Gavin will get into all the sordid Kamski details one of these days. He's no up for it now, that's for sure. But a lot of his personality makes sense with the whole... everything.
That flash of a fang makes his heart leap, but not in a scared way at all. Hope? Excitement? (Something else?) So he manages a grin back, his first toothy little smile with a glimmer deep in his eyes. ]
I guess I'll learn to tolerate your ass, Anderson. For your sake, at least. [ He's very much teasing. ]
[ Someday, maybe. And Hank will be there. At least now he feels like he can understand the man. I mean the deep instinctual bond they have going helps too, but it does paint Gavin in a more sympathetic light. ]
Right. For me.
[ Hank chuckles, rolling his eyes because he knows they're both shits. It doesn't take that long for them to make it to Gavin's, either. And yeah, Hank knows where Gavin lives. Obviously. He's still his Lieutenant. ]
[ Yep. And now they're both supernatural shits. What have you unleashed, Hank? Detroit's already had enough problems lately.
Once they get to his place he sighs, rubbing between his eyes. ]
God, he's gonna be so pissed. Let's hope he still tolerates me. [ With that, he takes a deep breath and slinks out of the car. He gets out his key fob and heads into the building... ah shit. It's loud. He can hear what everyone's watching on their televisions.
So instead of taking the elevator he just jogs up the fucking stairs. Sorry Hank, you can take whatever route you like. He's finally at his front door and heads on in. ]
Mordy...?
[ Said cat is on his usual perch, but he's very. Still. His nose is twitching a lot. After a minute he appears to huff and goes to sit on the back of the couch. ]
[ The bar can always be set lower when it's Detroit! ]
He's a cat. They're kind of assholes by nature.
[ But Hank follows, stepping out of the car and locking up behind Gavin. He takes the stairs for Gavin's sake too -- actually this is a lot easier than it usually is? Getting a good night's sleep is incredible. Or maybe Hank is just stronger now that he's an alpha.
Figuring that this is a cat and he probably won't like having two werewolves in his territory, Hank hangs back and waits for Gavin outside by the door. No need to piss off what is already pissy by default. ]
I'll be here if you need me. Unless your cat decides it wants more visitors.
[ Well Mordy didn't hiss and run and he's not getting the feeling he's scared just... annoyed? Well, it could be worse. He loves this damn cat. He walks over and holds out his hand... Mordy sniffs, gives him a little nuzzle then goes back to cleaning his paws.
Gavin smiles a little. ] You be good while I get my shit together, okay? Don't give Chris too much trouble.
[ He looks back at Hank and gives him a soft little smile before heading back into his room to get together some clothes. He packs pretty quick, grabs some stuff from the bathroom... guess he doesn't need his glasses anymore, huh?
After about ten minutes he's pretty much done. He grabs his laptop and shoves it into the bag. ]
[ Hank watches, smiling softly. Hank might not be a fan of cats, but he knows people can get pretty attached to the little jerks. He would've felt pretty fucking guilty if he'd ruined things between Gavin and his cat.
That little smile from Gavin definitely stirs something warm and protective in his chest, but he'll think about that later. They have other shit to do. He occupies himself in those ten minutes by texting Connor, looking up butcher shops and wherever else they need to go. Once Gavin is done, Hank pockets his phone and shoots Mordy a nod. ]
Sounds good. How're you feeling? Hungry? Tired? Anything?
[ It makes Gavin feel warm too. Fuck. This is ridiculous. Who knew werewolves were so goddamn sentimental? (No, that's just you tough guy.)
He holds onto the bag strap and shrugs. ]
Fine right now. Nothing noteworthy. [ His cat still tolerating him definitely improved his mood. Gavin starts to head for the door. ] Let's get going before one of my neighbors tries to talk to me.
[ It's literally just making you guys feel what was mostly already there, dummies. But yeah, no news is good news. Hank starts making his way back down the stairs, chuckling at Gavin's last comment. That's a mood, as the kids Gavin's age say. ]
Next stop is the supermarket. Normally I like to get my stuff at the big wholesale places but I'm thinking you need someplace a little quieter than that for now.
He smiles back and follows after him, heading down the stairs. Huh. His bag sure is light as a feather and going up and down stairs doesn't even wind him. Neat.
He nods. ]
Yeah, I think that'd be best. Don't wanna end up on the news tonight for all the wrong reasons.
[ Hank smirks, making it back to the car in no time flat. He's really enjoying these perks of being around his pack, isn't he. ]
Seriously though, I plan on teaching you how to avoid that shit. A lot of it is getting used to everything feeling, uh, more but we can practice at my place.
[ Look at them go, so efficient!! He puts his bag in the trunk (gently) and climb's back into the car. ]
Yeah, I know I'll figure out how to filter all this shit out but. It's a lot. [ He closes his eyes and rubs behind his ears. ] Maybe it'll calm down after the first moon and shit.
[ Hank laughs. He'd say something about getting him a chew toy, but he's not about to make fun of him for something like this. He wants Gavin to actually talk to him, after all. ]
Alright, we'll get you some jerky, big guy. And I'll keep an eye out for any weird shit.
[ Hey, luckily they're going to the nearest Organic Supermarket because in a shit hole like Detroit, these tend to be the quietest food places around. The drive is fairly short and painless. ]
I'll steer you clear of the lobster tank, how bout that?
[ He shudders at the thought. ] Oh god, please. I don't wanna think about what I'd do. [ He'd climb right in it is what he'd do.
Gavin gets out of the car and shoves his hands in his pockets. Okay, dude... chill. It's a grocery store. One that's very similar to the obnoxious ones his parents took them too but still.
It's not a big deal. Grocery stores have always been loud and distracting and the bane of any and all entertainment anyway. It's fine. He's fine. It's fine!
He's already sweating. Have a big doe eyed look, Hank. ]
[ Hank gets out of the car and catches Gavin's scared, deer-in-headlights look. It's just a grocery store, but it's also Gavin's first time out in public since being turned.
Hank reaches over and puts a hand on Gavin's shoulder, offering his support. It's not quite holding hands but it's a close thing, and he doesn't plan to move it from there. ]
We'll just grab a couple things and go, okay? Jerky and meat. That's all we need.
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
no subject
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.
no subject
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.
no subject
[ 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.
no subject
[ Oh... hm. He can sense that contentedness from Hank and it's. Sure a thing. His ribs want to rattle again but he swallows it back, absently reaching up to touch at his neck again. ]
Yeah, uh. Don't worry, you're good. [ A pause. ] I... I appreciate it though. That you're doing all of this for me.
no subject
[ Oh, but talking is so much easier than acknowledging the warm contentedness that Gavin pretty much broadcasts the moment he touches a hand to the bite on his neck. If that's gonna become a habit for Gavin, Hank sure as hell ain't gonna stop it.
It's... really nice. Words are one thing, but feeling it is really nice too. Hank clears his throat, looking over at Gavin once they've stopped at a red light. ]
Well, it's like I said. I ain't about to leave you to figure this shit out on your own. I know what that's like and it sucks.
no subject
He turns to look at him, dropping his hand back in his lap at the light. Gavin manages a little smile. ]
Yeah... it's kinda weird to me. Since that's kinda how shit's always been for me. [ 'You're smart, Ezra, you don't need help.' ]
no subject
Guess I'll be bucking the trend. [ Hank shrugs like it's no big deal, even knowing it's quite a big deal. ] You can count on me, alright? I turned you, so you're my pack. [ He smirks, flashing a bit of fang just because he can. ] Good luck getting rid of me now.
no subject
That flash of a fang makes his heart leap, but not in a scared way at all. Hope? Excitement? (Something else?) So he manages a grin back, his first toothy little smile with a glimmer deep in his eyes. ]
I guess I'll learn to tolerate your ass, Anderson. For your sake, at least. [ He's very much teasing. ]
no subject
Right. For me.
[ Hank chuckles, rolling his eyes because he knows they're both shits. It doesn't take that long for them to make it to Gavin's, either. And yeah, Hank knows where Gavin lives. Obviously. He's still his Lieutenant. ]
Alright. Time to go meet your cat.
no subject
Once they get to his place he sighs, rubbing between his eyes. ]
God, he's gonna be so pissed. Let's hope he still tolerates me. [ With that, he takes a deep breath and slinks out of the car. He gets out his key fob and heads into the building... ah shit. It's loud. He can hear what everyone's watching on their televisions.
So instead of taking the elevator he just jogs up the fucking stairs. Sorry Hank, you can take whatever route you like. He's finally at his front door and heads on in. ]
Mordy...?
[ Said cat is on his usual perch, but he's very. Still. His nose is twitching a lot. After a minute he appears to huff and goes to sit on the back of the couch. ]
no subject
He's a cat. They're kind of assholes by nature.
[ But Hank follows, stepping out of the car and locking up behind Gavin. He takes the stairs for Gavin's sake too -- actually this is a lot easier than it usually is? Getting a good night's sleep is incredible.
Or maybe Hank is just stronger now that he's an alpha.Figuring that this is a cat and he probably won't like having two werewolves in his territory, Hank hangs back and waits for Gavin outside by the door. No need to piss off what is already pissy by default. ]
I'll be here if you need me. Unless your cat decides it wants more visitors.
no subject
Gavin smiles a little. ] You be good while I get my shit together, okay? Don't give Chris too much trouble.
[ He looks back at Hank and gives him a soft little smile before heading back into his room to get together some clothes. He packs pretty quick, grabs some stuff from the bathroom... guess he doesn't need his glasses anymore, huh?
After about ten minutes he's pretty much done. He grabs his laptop and shoves it into the bag. ]
Alright, I'm done. Let's hit the road.
[ Mordy honks. ]
no subject
That little smile from Gavin definitely stirs something warm and protective in his chest, but he'll think about that later. They have other shit to do. He occupies himself in those ten minutes by texting Connor, looking up butcher shops and wherever else they need to go. Once Gavin is done, Hank pockets his phone and shoots Mordy a nod. ]
Sounds good. How're you feeling? Hungry? Tired? Anything?
no subject
He holds onto the bag strap and shrugs. ]
Fine right now. Nothing noteworthy. [ His cat still tolerating him definitely improved his mood. Gavin starts to head for the door. ] Let's get going before one of my neighbors tries to talk to me.
no subject
Next stop is the supermarket. Normally I like to get my stuff at the big wholesale places but I'm thinking you need someplace a little quieter than that for now.
no subject
He smiles back and follows after him, heading down the stairs. Huh. His bag sure is light as a feather and going up and down stairs doesn't even wind him. Neat.
He nods. ]
Yeah, I think that'd be best. Don't wanna end up on the news tonight for all the wrong reasons.
no subject
I got your back.
[ Hank smirks, making it back to the car in no time flat. He's really enjoying these perks of being around his pack, isn't he. ]
Seriously though, I plan on teaching you how to avoid that shit. A lot of it is getting used to everything feeling, uh, more but we can practice at my place.
no subject
Yeah, I know I'll figure out how to filter all this shit out but. It's a lot. [ He closes his eyes and rubs behind his ears. ] Maybe it'll calm down after the first moon and shit.
no subject
[ Hank nods, starting up the car. He's been dealing with this for years but his first time was rough enough that he hasn't forgotten. ]
Mostly if you survive your first full moon, you can survive anything. So don't worry, you're in good hands.
no subject
Right. Good. Let's just hope I don't say any weird shit.
[ A pause. ]
Okay, you know what sounds really good? Beef jerky. I wanna fuckin' chew on something real bad.
no subject
Alright, we'll get you some jerky, big guy. And I'll keep an eye out for any weird shit.
no subject
Weird jerky flavor shit? Or just weird shit in general that could make me go all Teen Wolf in the supermarket?
no subject
[ Hey, luckily they're going to the nearest Organic Supermarket because in a shit hole like Detroit, these tend to be the quietest food places around. The drive is fairly short and painless. ]
I'll steer you clear of the lobster tank, how bout that?
no subject
Gavin gets out of the car and shoves his hands in his pockets. Okay, dude... chill. It's a grocery store. One that's very similar to the obnoxious ones his parents took them too but still.
It's not a big deal. Grocery stores have always been loud and distracting and the bane of any and all entertainment anyway. It's fine. He's fine. It's fine!
He's already sweating. Have a big doe eyed look, Hank. ]
no subject
[ Hank gets out of the car and catches Gavin's scared, deer-in-headlights look. It's just a grocery store, but it's also Gavin's first time out in public since being turned.
Hank reaches over and puts a hand on Gavin's shoulder, offering his support. It's not quite holding hands but it's a close thing, and he doesn't plan to move it from there. ]
We'll just grab a couple things and go, okay? Jerky and meat. That's all we need.
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)