Hankvin Week 2018

Just our boys getting some well deserved down time.

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The sun intruded into the bedroom through a crack in the curtains. Gavin groaned as it lulled him awake. He curled further into the warmth of his partner’s chest. Hank chuckled softly and drew his fingers through Gavin’s messy brown hair.

“Too early” Gavin mumbled, squeezing his eyes shut in protest. He felt the chest he was half splayed across bounce up and down.

“It’s nearly twelve” Hank smiled.

“You heard me” Gavin yawned back with a sleepy smirk. He looked up at Hank with half lidded eyes before rubbing the sleep from the corners. Hank laughed and patted Gavin’s shoulders.

“Well, I need to get up an-” he began, sitting up before Gavin interrupted him by straddling his lap and laying over Hank’s chest again. Really if Hank wanted to get up he could lift Gavin off him but instead he let his arms fall beside his head with a chuckle.

“No” Gavin ordered into Hank’s neck, his scruff almost soft against Hank’s skin. He just smiled in return and enveloped Gavin in his arms.

“Okay” he relented tenderly. The quiet settled again and the sun warmed the couple.

Then foreign cold seeped under his skin; sending shivers storming down his spine. The once intrusive sun hid itself away so the inky blackness could creep in. Gavin opened his eyes and studied the room with wide eyes. He felt wetness underneath him and gawked as Hank’s sunshine smile melted into icy water. The water didn’t stop. Gavin scrambled away but the maker of his demise was rising fast. Things blurred. He was cold. The water soaked him to the bone. His throat started to close up as the water reached his shoulders. He gasped and choked as it force itself into Gavin’s lungs.

He woke up with a jolt. His heart beat out his chest and his hair was damp with sweat. He raised a shaking hand to wipe his forehead.

He was okay. He was fine. He was fine!

Tears spilled over and he curled in on himself; making himself smaller than he already was. The bed was cold and darkness was his only comfort. He shook; praying for just the ghosting touch of comfort but… he knew there was none.

Ah yes, I knew the angst would appear eventually. There is major character death in this. Get those tissues ready, imma bought make our boys hurt.

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Sun streamed through the windows of the DPD, pleasantly warming the building. The low hum of calm conversation and the sharp sounds of keyboards blanketed the department and the aroma of instant coffee drifted aimlessly.

Gavin groaned; digging the palms of his hands into eyes. He leaned back in his chair making it creak loudly. Richard glanced up for his screen to look at his partner.

“You need a break? I could grab you a coffee.” He offered. Gavin shook his head.

“No, I’ll get it myself, I want to stretch my legs. If you see anything on that CTTV call me over” he replied; stretching and strolling over to the break room.

Tina was laughing with Connor at one of the tables so Gavin decided not to bother them and just went to straight the coffee machine. He was hunched over watching the machine dribble the miracle liquid into his mug as Hank approached.

“Someone’s a ray of sunshine, huh?” he teased. Gavin rolled his eyes.

“Fuck you” he swore but he was smiling. Hank chuckled and lightly leaned on Gavin’s shoulder.

“What happened to the pet names?” He asked innocently, placing a hand over his chest in feigned offence, all while grinning like a fucking idiot. Gavin grinned and leaned towards Hank.

“Of course, my mistake. Fuck you, Sweetheart” Gavin corrected sarcastically. He took a sip of coffee to punctate his point. Hank pressed the button on coffee machine for himself.

“Much better” Hank laughed. He pressed a kiss onto Gavin’s forehead and grabbing his coffee before walking away. Gavin smiled to himself. He moved to join Tina who was sitting alone now.

The little ecosystem they’d carved into the city ran like clockwork, the way it always had. Until it didn’t.

Bang, bang, bang, bang.

The deep ring of gunfire echoed through the DPD already claiming a few unsuspecting victims; painting the walls blue and red. Desks were splattered with bullet holes and tables were overturned as cover. Barked shouting from both sides resonated through the building.

Gavin ducked his head and helped overturned a table alongside Tina. He flicked his head around to see where everyone else was as he drew his gun. Connor was hidden behind the wall separating the cells from the bullpen and Hank was safety tucked behind a desk. Gavin started returning fire as adrenaline pulsed through his body. Bullets whizzed over his head as the choir of death continued to sing; dropping in and out as they reloaded. Groans of pain and hissed breath punctuated the gunshots and the metallic smell of blood invaded the once clear air.

Gavin slammed his back into the table as a bullet grazed his cheek. He wiped the pooling blood onto his sleeve. His hands had already started to shake as he struggled with his reload.

“Fuck!” He exclaimed under his breath. Tina flicked her gaze to Gavin.

“Here” she replied, helping him to get the bullets in. Gavin flashed a her a smile before returning to the battle.

The next time he hid to reload he glanced back over to Hank as he grit his teeth and landed three good shots. Gavin smiled, Hank was always a great fucking shot, and caught his eyes for a second. Hank offered a reassuring smile before his eyebrows drew together again.

Gavin looked away again to find a target when a distinct voice cried out. He whipped his head around to see Hank slid down his cover with a Hank pressed hard against his chest. His face had already gone paler and his eyebrows drew together when he drew his hand back it was painted crimson. Hank caught his partner looking at him; smiling weakly.

“I love you.” Gavin didn’t hear the whisper, the thunder of bullets made sure of that, but he’d heard the words enough to know exactly how Hank sounded when he said them. Whether it was a sleepy greeting when he had just woken up or at the end of a teasing comment. Now, it felt too…

Final.

He moved rush to Hank but a strong grip on his shoulder and arm stopped him. Anger boiled under his skin as he snapped his head around to glare at the person stopping him. Tina held a strong gaze that would have turned most to stone. Not Gavin.

“Let me go!” he demanded, returning her glare. He tried to tug his arm back but she was stronger than she looked and it didn’t budge.

“No, you run into the line of fire you’re dead!” She reasoned. Gavin looked frantically at Hank who was gritting his teeth.

“I have to get to him” Gavin insisted; jerking his arm away like Tina’s grip burned. She locked him arms behind his back.

“I can’t let you go and Hank would do the same” she insisted. Gavin let out a string of choice expletives but Tina’s grip didn’t soften. He watched the light trickle from Hank’s ocean eyes. The world blurred as the tears spilled over and Gavin’s head fell. His quiet sobs made Tina grit her teeth and advert her eyes.

As the last adversary fell a silence coated  the DPD. People peeped over their cover like meerkats and stood reluctantly. Tina released her grip on Gavin silently. Everyone seemed scared to break the quiet that hung over them like if they did the dead would rise to fight again. Not Gavin.

“Hank!” He yelled; stumbling over the first few steps of his sprint. He carefully cupped Hank’s face, striking blue eyes closed for good and lips in a soft line, and he knew…he knew Hank was… gone. His breath came out ragged and his tears landed on Hank’s pale face; mixing with the sweat that was already there.

“Hank…n-no…p-please!” Gavin begged as if it would restart his heart. He let his head fall on to Hank’s chest as his breath came out ragged. A tender hand was laid on his shoulder and he jerked away from it. Richard gently frowned and his eyebrows unturned in hurt. Connor placed a reassuring hand on Richard’s shoulder, the skin peeling off it. Rich still looked at Gavin like he was a hurt child, a sad smile and sadder eyes. Connor too. They all were. Everyone knew how much Hank mattered to Gavin.

Look I write something excessively fluffy and cute for no good reason at all! For Hankvin Week Day 7: Free Day, these disasters are getting married!

‘Problem’

Hank tensed as he checked the text from Gavin and took in a slow breath before he answered.

'What’s up?’

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“Come on, you can grade shit laterrrr,” Gavin whines.

He reaches around the seat Hank is sitting in to put his arms around the man, burying his face in the crook of Hank’s neck.

They’re in Hank’s classroom. It’s after their classes have all concluded for the day, and Gavin had agreed to meet him here.

Unfortunately, he’s still finishing up, making his needy boyfriend annoyed.

“Aren’t I more important than papers, Hanky-poo?”

“Call me that ever again, and I’ll leave you out on the streets.”

Gavin laughs against Hank’s skin. “Yeah, right. I’m too much of a fucking delight. You’d be lost without me.”

Hank rolls his eyes, turning to face Gavin. He gives Hank a pleading look, arms still holding them close.

“You’re a terrible influence. Fine.”

Gavin smiles victoriously, giving Hank a kiss. “I knew you’d come around, Bear-bear, see my logic.”

Suddenly, Gavin is pulled into Hank’s lap, the man chuckling at his surprise.

“I dunno, Gav. Seems like a perfectly fine place to make out, and I know that’s what you’re really interested in.”

Gavin fake-gasps.

“How dare you imply that I’m so shallow!”

“Am I wrong?”

There’s a pause, Gavin pretending to think overly hard.

“Well, you’ve got me there.”

Gavin leans forward, recapturing Hank’s lips. Hank’s hands settle on Gavin’s hips, pulling him even closer to him.

Their kissing is interrupted by a purposefully loud cough.

Both men freeze, turning towards the source slowly.

Connor Stern is standing nearby, eyebrows raised, looking only mildly inconvenienced by the whole thing.

“If you don’t mind,” he says, “I need to talk to Professor Anderson about something.”

Gavin’s face turns red, and he bolts away from Hank like he’s been electrocuted.

“Yeah, uh, sorry, I’ll just, ah, I’ll go-“

Hank catches his hand, gently stopping him from leaving.

“I’ll meet you at my place after this, Kay?”

Gavin nods, squeezing Hank’s hand once before rushing out of the room.

Well, that was quite possibly the most embarrassing experience Gavin has had in years.

Look I did more Vampire AU Hankvin, Written for Hankvin Week Day 6: Paranormal AU

Part one Here.

It was late when there was a knock at the door that had Hank haul himself off the couch and leave the bottle for whiskey on the coffee table. Too late to be anyone else, Hank had a hope for who it was, but it had been over a month since Gavin escaped out the kitchen window and left him for the ambulance to take.

He’d reevaluated things since then. Reminded himself that he was dancing a thin line by betraying his profession for the attentions of Gavin Reed. He’d thought about quitting and falling back on standard police work instead of hunting, he’d thought about Gavin never coming back. He’d thought about denying Gavin if he ever did come back. He wondered if he ever caught Gavin if he’d have the balls to take him out or the heart to walk away again.

Angst/Previous Relationship || 

Summary: Things used to be so good between them. Tender touches and soft caresses with cute banter and smiles they only meant for each other. Now every time they talked to one another it was like talking to a stranger they hated and neither could ignore the hollow ache in their chest. 

2 in one day??? Ignoring my responsibilities to finally write angst based on a Front Bottoms song for the Hankvin Week free day????

It’s more likely than you think ;)

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Gavin was going to be so pissed at him when he woke up.

It was a quarter past two in the morning. The sound of harsh wind shoved itself against the side of the house. It was a comforting sound compared to the drunken jabbering that had been pouring from the man lying next to him only half an hour ago.

He sighed, eyeing his acquaintance as he shifted under the covers, so close to blacking out.

Not even an hour ago, Gavin had called him up, a drunken mess, saying shit that was still fucking with Hank’s head at the moment. He had said he still loved Hank, and he was tired of being alone and not being able to sleep.

It was pathetic, honestly, but Hank couldn’t judge too much being that he had turned to alcohol to numb the pain on several occasions.

Gavin had then continued to invite himself over against Hank’s wishes. He was just glad the guy was in one piece when he had stumbled up to the front door in the cold.

NSFW

Hankvin Week Day 6: Paranormal AU

This is an old WIP of the vampire au, I haven’t had time to write new things because of finals lmao

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The young vampire shifted in his seat, which just so happened to be Hank’s clothed thigh, panting against the man’s neck. Said man’s fingers were currently penetrating him as Gavin rutted against him, sweaty and drooling and whining uncontrollably.

“You look good like this, Gav.” The older man breathed out, cupping the vampire’s cheek gently. Gavin smiled lazily, letting out a soft moan and leaning into the touch.

Hank rubbed his thumb over his lover’s cheek before slipping the digit into his mouth to prod at and admire the sharp canines. Gavin let his mouth hang open instantly, hot breath settling pleasantly over the man’s hand.

He had let himself slip into his vampire form somewhere between when they were both fully clothed grinding earlier and now. It gave Hank a confidence boost, knowing he had been the one to make Gavin such a mess that he stopped trying to conceal himself.

Hank’s fingers shifted, finding that sweet spot inside of the vampire. Glowing amber eyes snapped open suddenly as Gavin’s back arched, hips rocking back eagerly as he let out a filthy moan.

Hank took in the beautiful scene before him: Gavin shaking and writhing against him, unable to make out any coherent string of words and instead opting out to moaning and whimpering. He looked as if he wanted to clench his teeth, but wouldn’t dare with Hank’s fingers still probing at his teeth.

The old vampire hunter leans forward, mouthing at his lover’s neck, feeling fingers tug at his hair as he bit down on the soft flesh. He sped up his fingers, knowing full well all of this would overwhelm the vampire.

Summary: Gavin is a ghost that has been dead for about 30 years, living alone in this empty house. That is, until Hank comes along. 

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It’s been cold in here for so long. The house was empty for awhile because not many people were living in Detroit. A lot of people were leaving after the riots and the economic decline which left lots of houses empty. Which meant Gavin was alone for a very long time.

Gavin died in 2018 at 36 years old. His house was getting robbed and guy shot him in a main artery in his leg. He bled out before the man had even finished raiding his house. Gavin woke up to what he assumed was a few weeks later. He tried to leave the house, but he couldn’t and had a lot of trouble touching his own things. If he tried hard enough and concentrated, he could just nudge them, but it wasn’t worth the effort most of the time. His belongings were sold by his family and the rest was donated. They looked sad, but not too broken up about it. They were never really close, so he wasn’t all too surprised. Assholes. His cats were the only one that seemed to miss him but they left along with his family.

He screamed but no one could hear him. The loneliness was unbearable sometimes. He wondered what he did to deserved being trapped in a house for who knows how long. Weeks turned into months and months into years.

The worst thing about being dead is that he was so bored and lonely. He kind of wish someone else died before him so he could at least have someone to talk to. Years past and the neighborhood didn’t change much. In the distance he could see Detroit rebuilding once again, with large factories. A big part of him wished he could see the change up close, but he was stuck far away in this house.

Then suddenly someone moved in. Someone broken and who looked like he was one foot in the grave had finally moved into his house. With a dog that resembled the size of a horse. Gavin tried to hide the excitement from himself. This is the first person to be living here since…. well shit it’s been a long ass time.

He studied the man’s features as close as he could, it was strange to be this close to someone and not have them see you. He looked worn and smelled drunk. Fuck, this guy was an alcoholic. He had some deep personal issues. The first night the man was home he hadn’t even touched the boxes that was full of his stuff…well everything except the photo of a child. He watched as the man drank himself into a stupor cradling the picture and sobbing into the night. Shit, this was depressing. The guy had really been through it. Gavin couldn’t help but move in closer, he just didn’t want to feel so useless. He wanted to help the man even if just a little. But he couldn’t.

The ghost moved in closer his hand brushing through the man’s shoulder and he saw the man’s cries hitch and stop as he shuddered.

“Fuck, it’s cold.” The man said.

Gavin’s eye widened. Was that a response to him? He looked at his own hand and decided to move his hand through the man’s body again. The man once again shuddered.

“What the fuck is that?” wiping his eyes and staggering to his feet as he lumbered over to the kitchen to see if any window were open. They weren’t.

Gavin cracked a smile for the first time in decades and let out a breath that didn’t exist. He actually made contact. It was something small but there was something that proved his existence.

His eye roamed over to the man who was no vomiting in the kitchen sink the letting out choked sobs with each pause. He wonders what happened to him. All Gavin can do is watch as the man collapse into himself. Gavin moved over to the picture frame on the floor. It was faced down.

The exertion of energy wasn’t worth it, he was more concerned with the man vomiting his stomach out at the sink.

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“I want to be with you. There’s no point in living anymore. Everyone I love is on the other side.” Hank said gripping the handgun on the table, already half drunk on a bottle of Jack Daniels.

Gavin’s face fell into one of disbelief and it morphed into one of rage. The cups in the kitchen shaking from the intense emotions. 

“You fuckin’ prick! I’d give anything to be alive and you’re going to throw it away for what? For some shitty ghost? Because you’re feeling bad about yourself?!” Gavin was furious that Hank would even think of seriously ending his life. He knew the man needed help, but this was the first time something like this had happened. The gun seemed too real and so did Hank’s pain. 

“Yeah! Okay! I have no one left. You and Cole are the only ones that matter to me and you’re on the other side. Please, Gav.” Hank is asking with pleading eyes and his hands starting to shake. He begged for the end. Wanted nothing more than to hold Gavin and his son again. 

Gavin’s eyes softened and floated over to the table, his cold dead hands going through Hank’s warm live ones. 

“You have all of eternity to be with me and Cole. If you won’t live for yourself, live for us, baby.” His hands ghosting over Hank’s cheeks, wanting to wipe the tears off his face but he couldn’t.

Hank stayed silent finding comfort in the cold pressure pressed against his cheeks. He flicked his blue eyes up to meet Gavin’s.

“I just…I want to hold you so bad.” His voice lowered to a whisper, and full certainty.

“I know, Hank. I wanna be there for you. I wanna be able to wake up and have you be the one holding me. I wanna be pressed up with you against the couch when we watch whatever shitty movie you pick. I wanna hold your hand when we go out. I want everything with you Hank…but it can’t happen.  At least, not now.” He reminded him.

“Just…stay alive. I need you to be alive in case…” ‘in case you change your mind about me’  he added mentally. Hank put the pieces together. Ever the detective. 

“Trust me, I’ve wouldn’t trade you for anything or anyone. You’ll always have me in life and death.”

Gavin couldn’t help the smile tugging on his lips. His none existent heart skipping a beat anyway. 

“Good.”

Hank took his hand off the gun and moved his hand to meet Gavin’s. 

“You’ll always have me.” He reminded him, and Gavin wanted nothing more than to just feel his skin pressed against his. 

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“Almost there,” Hank mumbles.

He lets out a tired sigh, fingers tapping against the steering wheel to the tune of the quiet music coming out of the radio.

It’s dark out, the street illuminated solely by his headlights.

Laying in the back seat is the big, fluffy dog his boyfriend turns into at night.

Occasionally, he can hear Gavin make ‘yip’ noises, like he’s talking in his sleep. Hank smiles softly to himself each time.

The trip has been tiring, but fun. He and Gavin had sung songs on the radio, played stupid games, told jokes, and maybe stopped to make out once or twice.

But hey, Hank has a hot boyfriend, so who can blame him

Gavin had shifted when the sun dipped below the horizon, and he had fallen asleep soon after.

Hank has been alone with his thoughts for what felt like much too long, but was really only half an hour. He supposes he should at least be happy that Gavin had fallen asleep instead of whining and howling the whole time.

Finally, Hank turns into the parking lot of their hotel. Any longer, and he would have been at risk of falling asleep.

He gets their key from the front desk, then makes his way back to the car.

Opening the back door, he sees his boyfriend sprawled out against the seats. Hank pauses, looking at him for a long moment.

He pets Gavin’s head, the werewolf slowly opening his eyes. His expression turns a mix of happy and tired, tail thumping lazily against the seat.

“C’mon, Gav, we’re at the hotel.”

His words are ignored in favor of the gentle pats. Hank pulls his hand away, making Gavin whine with disappointment.

“You’ll get more pets in the hotel room. Now get your big butt up, I’m not carrying you.”

Gavin scrambles to his feet, jumping out of the car and following Hank to their room.

As soon as they’re inside, he jumps up onto the bed, looking at Hank expectantly.

“Yeah, give me a goddamn sec. I’ll be right there.”

Hank sluggishly gets ready for bed, too tired to bother getting out any more than the essentials from his bag. As soon as he’s ready and undressed, he pulls up the blankets on the bed and sits down.

Gavin lays beside him, eyes pleading.

“Fine, you mangey mutt.”

He rubs Gavin’s belly, making the dog let out a weird half-growl, half-purr. He’s always told Gavin that he sometimes acts more like a cat than a dog.

He’s certainly as sassy as a cat, anyways.

After a minute of petting, Hank lays down fully in the bed, pulling the blankets up over himself.

Gavin shifts, pressing right up beside him. He puts his head on Hank’s shoulder, snuggling up.

“Love you, Gav.”

Unable to speak, Gavin gives a quiet bark back.

Smiling softly, Hank pets his head, watching as his boyfriend quickly falls asleep.

He soon does the same, his arm draped over Gavin.

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Detroit: Become Human (Video Game) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Hank Anderson/Gavin Reed Characters: Hank Anderson, Gavin Reed Additional Tags: Hankvin Week, Snippet, Hook-Up Words: 293 Summary: Hank indulges in a brief reminiscence on a drunken encounter.

This one is so long that I can’t even fit it in a text post so

This is kind of a prologue to the thing I’m writing for day 4 of Hankvin Week: Fake Dating. There’s a lot more work to be done on that, so have this silly little thing for now…

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Strolling up to his coworkers desk, he gingerly places himself on the edge, crossing his legs and smiling down at Miller. “Hey, handsome. You free this weekend?” He purrs out, wiggling his eyebrows comically.

Without even looking up, Chris let’s out a short laugh. “Sorry, baby. Tina already told me about your problem, and I have plans.”

The detective pouts, insisting. “Come on, dude. What could be more important than being your good friend’s plus one to his bitchy sister’s wedding?”

The other cop looks up finally, raising an eyebrow in amusement. “My wife and son…? It’s his first baseball game this Saturday.”

“Damn, you right, that’s pretty important…”

Chris chuckles, patting Gavin’s hand. “If you’re looking for young and handsome, why not ask Connor?”

Gavin recoils at what he really hopes was a joke. “I am not about to look like an android fucker in front of my family, thank you very much.”

“Or!” The brunette jumps as Tina comes up behind him. “Or. Just hear me out on this, babe… You could ask your near and dear, one and only, Lietenant Anderson.” She smirks as he grimaces, face heating up.

“Oh shit! You totally should.” Miller chimes in again, getting up to do a mocking little dance with Chen.

“Who? Me? But I’m your superior officer, this is forbidden love!” Tina huffs out, doing her best impersonation of Hank as Gavin rubs a hand over his face.

“Hank, you’re so fucking stupid. Kiss me, you fool!” Chris rumbles, imitating the other detective before he and Chen start making kissy faces and gross mouth noises.

Summary: A redness appeared on his cheeks as his eyes fell on the ancient artefact on top: a doujinshi.

He eyed the figure on the cover, donning a frilly maid’s dress. Of course, Hank had a kink for that. Poking through the other little books in the box, he found many others with similar covers to it, flipping through the pages as an idea popped into his head. It was stupid, but it would make good for a laugh.

What Gavin didn’t expect, however, was for it to escalate how it did.

In which Gavin dresses up and makes Hank breakfast, however, the Lieutenant just so happens to have an appetite for a different type of meal.

Tags: Hank Anderson/Gavin Reed, Established Relationship, Moving In Together, Domestic, Domestic Fluff, Crossdressing, Maid Outfit Gavin Reed, [redacted cause it’s rated ‼️]

Word Count: 3,620

Read more on AO3.

So I’m still doing Soulmates for day 5, but I had a littlet hign come to mind for Hankvin Week Day 5: Sleepy. Have some short fluff.

When Hank got Home, Gavin was still on the couch, having called out of work for the day. He hadn’t been able to sleep the night before, nightmares jolting him awake every twenty minutes until he gave up and retreated to the couch to watch infomercials as Hank slept. By the time morning came, Gavin was starting, dazed at the TV, head resting on the back of it defeatedly. He didn’t appear to have moved since then.

Han ran his fingers through the back of Gavin’s hair and Gavin stirred a little, tilting his head back to look at Hank helplessly. “Did you sleep at all?”

“I watched the news. Supposed to rain all next week.” Hank nodded, but frowned with a disapproving sigh. He moved around the couch and sat down next to Gavin, reaching around Gavin’s shoulders and watching him with concern.

“Can I do something?” Gavin shook his head with a small sigh and shifted, leaning toward Hank and letting his head rest on Hank’s shoulder.

“Thank you, though.” He muttered, closing his eyes. Hank chuckled a little.

“Are you gonna sleep now?”