[ And Gavin's done everything he can to act like he doesn't, strip himself of his compassion to keep himself 'safe.' And, well, it got him a mild concussion in the evidence room in the end. Funny how things work out. ]
Nah, not really.
[ Hank looks really good when he smiles, he should do it more often. He should be the reason Hank smiles more often.
He chuckles a little and finally moves to pry himself off of Hank's lap, reluctantly. ]
I mean, the lieutenant and one of the best detectives aren't around. Bunch of chickens with their heads cut off without us.
[ Hank snorts. Gavin's not wrong, but he is full of himself. Instead of commenting on that though, he pulls his phone out of his pocket to check the string of texts Connor left him. They range from informative to clearly frustrated. One of the messages even includes a threat to take over his phone next time this happens. So... yeah, yikes. ]
Fowler's gonna be pissed. [ He can guess that much from Connor's messages, at least. ] We're gonna have to tell him that I turned you -- he's the only other person that knows about me.
[ He settles back into the passenger's seat and pulls out his phone. Yep... mostly from Chris, and a few from Tina. Whoops. He sends one to Chris about bad traffic or something and shoves it back in his pocket.
He sighs. ]
Yeah, that's probably for the best... [ He snorts. ] Of course Fowler knows. The guy knows everything. You sure he isn't psychic or something?
Sure would explain why he's so damn pissed all the time.
[ No, he's pissed because he has to supervise guys like you, Hank. But at least they can buckle up and get going. They're super suspiciously late but whatever, ok!! ]
But nah, he just knows me. Back when I first got turned I had to miss a lot of work and shit. He figured it out -- he's about the only fucking reason I haven't lost my job.
[ Fowler has to herd cats all day, it's understandable. He settles in and clicks his seat belt back in. ]
That makes a startlingly amount of sense in hindsight. [ Gavin pauses. ] ...but why did he guess werewolf right? This is leaving me with more questions than answers, Anderson.
[ He's joking a bit but... just how much does Fowler know? Jesus. ]
[ Hank admits with some obvious regret. He may have lost it on a few perps. Just a little. Normal people don't growl. But whatever, he can talk and drive. It's fine. ]
Plus I mean I always took off on the full moon. He said I was either a witch of a werewolf.
No thanks. [ He snorts. ] Most people don't wanna believe this shit could really happen, but when it's staring you in the face, you gotta be some kinda idiot to ignore it.
[ Lots of people are idiots of course, but Fowler isn't one of them. At least Gavin's laugh gets Hank to smile a little. He's right, too. He's not alone. ]
Guess so, huh? Beats having to deal with all this shit by myself.
[ It's so nice... Hank doesn't know what to do with it tbh. ]
Guess so. Huh. Maybe the stories my babcia told me and Eli when we were kids weren't just stories...
[ It had been part of how they learned Polish, listening to her. Sounded like stuff out of a fairy tale or folklore book. Stuff about her mother and her twin sister. Little Ezra had eaten it up, eager to learn just so he could understand her stories.
Funny how things work. Once they were fluent they didn't see her much again. ]
Yeah. And I really appreciate that you didn't just bail and leave me to figure all this out on my own.
Can't speak for anybody else, but most of the stuff we think is just stories... usually isn't.
[ Hank shrugs. He's seen a lot of weird shit since he wound up being forced into this life. It's pretty shitty, though hey, maybe it won't be as bad now that he's not alone?
He has a partner, but this is different. No offense to Connor, but he's a little too mechanical for the supernatural stuff. ]
I couldn't do that to you, man. [ Hank smirks, flashing Gavin some fang. ] I'm your alpha. Might not have this all figured out, but I'm not gonna mess it all up.
[ He has things to look out for now, at least... and maybe call his grandma.
Yeah, a partner. Just a partner in like, a work and werewolf sense!! Yup!! Totally! And oh no, a toothy grin... he gets goosebumps, heart giving a flutter. Shit. He's so fucked.
But he manages a smile in return. ] You would've had ever right to, the way I've acted. But... thanks. Really, I mean it. This is my one moment of sincerity a day, so you better pay attention.
[ That's totally it!!! Just. Werewolf partners. Packmates. Just. You know. Alpha things. This is normal. Definitely. Hank smiles. He knows Gavin talking about his emotions is about as rare as it is for him. Maybe that's why they kinda work together. As friends. Yep. ]
Alright, I'll make sure I remember that. [ Friends who blush and think the other is super cute. Yeah. ] And don't sweat it, it's the least I could do.
[ good thing they're almost at work and Hank is driving or he'd go for that neck offer, mister. Instead he just focuses real hard on the road. So hard. Yep. Not licking his lips or anything. ]
Yeah, don't tell anybody. Only you and Connor know my deep, dark secret.
[ Gavin's #1 fantasy at the moment is Hank just lovingly biting his neck until he trembles. Jesus, you turned him into a werewolf and made him super fucking kinky, Hank. ]
Don't worry, I'm good at keeping secrets. [ Obviously. ] 'Sides, it's fun being one of the only ones who knows something about you.
[ He's definitely saving that Real Name stuff for later. That is, if Connor wasn't waiting for them in the parking lot because He's Extra. Hank spots him and sighs, undoing his seatbelt and rolling his eyes. He wanted to enjoy Gavin's cute smile for a little bit, god!! ]
Looks like my parole officer's already holding the door for us. Better hurry up before he sicks the dogs on us.
[ it's definitely an android skill. Connor's way too direct, unlike your smooth, smooth moves, Gavin. ]
Sure, kid.
[ Hank smiles, bright and honest even as he watched Gavin get the fuck out of his car. Fuck, he's cute!! Fuck!! Oh, well, Hank does get out of the car and sighs. Connor greets Gavin as he runs past and waits for Hank to approach. ]
Captain Fowler wishes to speak to you about your behavior and absence. I explained that you and Gavin had... matters you needed to attend to, but that did not dissuade him.
[ Hank rolls his eyes and shrugs. It's fine. ]
Don't worry, I'll deal with Jeff. Thanks for the warning.
[ Connor smiles brightly, speaking under his breath for the next part. ]
I am glad you and Detective Reed have sorted out your boundaries. Your pheromone levels are at a much more normal level now.
[ Hank mumbles something like a "jesus, Connor" but just beelines it to Fowler's. No point in making him wait. ]
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Nah, not really.
[ Hank looks really good when he smiles, he should do it more often. He should be the reason Hank smiles more often.
He chuckles a little and finally moves to pry himself off of Hank's lap, reluctantly. ]
I mean, the lieutenant and one of the best detectives aren't around. Bunch of chickens with their heads cut off without us.
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Fowler's gonna be pissed. [ He can guess that much from Connor's messages, at least. ] We're gonna have to tell him that I turned you -- he's the only other person that knows about me.
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He sighs. ]
Yeah, that's probably for the best... [ He snorts. ] Of course Fowler knows. The guy knows everything. You sure he isn't psychic or something?
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Sure would explain why he's so damn pissed all the time.
[ No, he's pissed because he has to supervise guys like you, Hank. But at least they can buckle up and get going. They're super suspiciously late but whatever, ok!! ]
But nah, he just knows me. Back when I first got turned I had to miss a lot of work and shit. He figured it out -- he's about the only fucking reason I haven't lost my job.
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That makes a startlingly amount of sense in hindsight. [ Gavin pauses. ] ...but why did he guess werewolf right? This is leaving me with more questions than answers, Anderson.
[ He's joking a bit but... just how much does Fowler know? Jesus. ]
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[ Hank admits with some obvious regret. He may have lost it on a few perps. Just a little. Normal people don't growl. But whatever, he can talk and drive. It's fine. ]
Plus I mean I always took off on the full moon. He said I was either a witch of a werewolf.
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I'd love to see you in one of those pointy hats. [ Kinky. Wait, no, moving on. ] I mean, I guess when you rule out every other possibility...
[ He crosses his arms, settling into the seat more. ]
Well, y'got me now. We'll get a routine going and it'll all work out.
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[ Lots of people are idiots of course, but Fowler isn't one of them. At least Gavin's laugh gets Hank to smile a little. He's right, too. He's not alone. ]
Guess so, huh? Beats having to deal with all this shit by myself.
[ It's so nice... Hank doesn't know what to do with it tbh. ]
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[ It had been part of how they learned Polish, listening to her. Sounded like stuff out of a fairy tale or folklore book. Stuff about her mother and her twin sister. Little Ezra had eaten it up, eager to learn just so he could understand her stories.
Funny how things work. Once they were fluent they didn't see her much again. ]
Yeah. And I really appreciate that you didn't just bail and leave me to figure all this out on my own.
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[ Hank shrugs. He's seen a lot of weird shit since he wound up being forced into this life. It's pretty shitty, though hey, maybe it won't be as bad now that he's not alone?
He has a partner, but this is different. No offense to Connor, but he's a little too mechanical for the supernatural stuff. ]
I couldn't do that to you, man. [ Hank smirks, flashing Gavin some fang. ] I'm your alpha. Might not have this all figured out, but I'm not gonna mess it all up.
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[ He has things to look out for now, at least... and maybe call his grandma.
Yeah, a partner. Just a partner in like, a work and werewolf sense!! Yup!! Totally! And oh no, a toothy grin... he gets goosebumps, heart giving a flutter. Shit. He's so fucked.
But he manages a smile in return. ] You would've had ever right to, the way I've acted. But... thanks. Really, I mean it. This is my one moment of sincerity a day, so you better pay attention.
[ He's blushing. ]
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Alright, I'll make sure I remember that. [ Friends who blush and think the other is super cute. Yeah. ] And don't sweat it, it's the least I could do.
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So he huffs and leans back into the seat. The little peak of his neck is genuinely unintentional this time. ]
Can't believe Hank Anderson is actually a huge softie.
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Yeah, don't tell anybody. Only you and Connor know my deep, dark secret.
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Don't worry, I'm good at keeping secrets. [ Obviously. ] 'Sides, it's fun being one of the only ones who knows something about you.
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Right. You would know, Ezra.
[ Hank smiles. They've made it to the precinct, but Hank feels like lingering a bit. Too bad his phone is bound to start ringing again soon. ]
Gonna have plenty of secrets between us now.
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Yes, he's definitely lingering too. He undoes his seat belt and scratches the back of his neck. ]
Yeah... [ He's giving you a cute smile, Hank. ] Seems like it. I'm okay with that.
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Looks like my parole officer's already holding the door for us. Better hurry up before he sicks the dogs on us.
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Yeah, yeah. Back to the grind. [ Then, before they get out of the car. ] I'll bring dinner over tonight to repay you for lunch.
[ Oh wow look at him rush off into the precinct in record time!! ]
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Sure, kid.
[ Hank smiles, bright and honest even as he watched Gavin get the fuck out of his car. Fuck, he's cute!! Fuck!! Oh, well, Hank does get out of the car and sighs. Connor greets Gavin as he runs past and waits for Hank to approach. ]
Captain Fowler wishes to speak to you about your behavior and absence. I explained that you and Gavin had... matters you needed to attend to, but that did not dissuade him.
[ Hank rolls his eyes and shrugs. It's fine. ]
Don't worry, I'll deal with Jeff. Thanks for the warning.
[ Connor smiles brightly, speaking under his breath for the next part. ]
I am glad you and Detective Reed have sorted out your boundaries. Your pheromone levels are at a much more normal level now.
[ Hank mumbles something like a "jesus, Connor" but just beelines it to Fowler's. No point in making him wait. ]