#covin

And it seems to have affected not only him, Reed is also acting out of his usual, belligerent character. Once he even caught the detective smiling at him. They have dropped the harsh words spoken between them and spiteful gestures, but this was something beyond plain tolerance. He can feel two curious eyes on him when he isn’t looking, and it doesn’t take a genius android to find out who they belong to. 

This development doesn’t seem natural to Connor, it has to have been caused by something otherworldly. And there is only one suspect available. Through this process of elimination, he comes to the conclusion that the source is none other than the irritable man himself.

He decides to put an end to it once and for all and puts the confrontation on his today’s after-work schedule. Luckily, the detective’s shift ends at the same time as his, so it won’t be very difficult to corner him in order to have an adult discussion about it.

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Gavin is frantically searching in his pocket for a smoke so he can try and calm his heart down. This can’t go on any longer, but how does one will themselves to stop crushing on the most beautiful man alive? It’s the most impossible thing he can imagine. He doesn’t even know when it has begun, it just feels like he’s always been this way. Waiting for someone too perfect for him to arrive in his life so he can have a reason to self-sabotage himself to death because there is no way someone so good would even come close to being fairly amicable with the trash-man that is Gavin, not speaking about the other stuff he so pathetically dreams of. It would be understandable if Connor showed no interest in him whatsoever, but the universe won’t grant him even the tiniest mercy. The android gives him a certain look sometimes, and the way his eyes glisten when they have to interact tells him that there could be a chance…

A chance of what? Submitting Connor to his fucked-up self? Yeah right.

He takes a drag and sits down on a bench near to some small park. The weather is quite warm today and he’s too agitated to go home anyway. Plus, he likes how the world changes colours when autumn rules the Earth and the winter is still too far away to leave its ruthless marks all over the already grey city.

He would almost find it peaceful if it wasn’t for the very inconspicuous android pretending not to have followed him all the way here.

Connor stops and stares at him for several seconds like he is deciding whether to skin him alive or eat him raw.

“What.” Gavin bites down his automatic insults since he has no need for them anymore. The prospect of being like by someone this hot too tempting for him to fight right now.

“Detective Reed, ….are...are you a witch?”

What.

He drops his cigarette in utter shock while his brain freezes, unable to make any sense of this question. Bitch, maybe. But how in hell…

“I know it’s doesn’t correspond with modern science, but I stopped taking all facts at face value since I’ve deviated. So..”

The mad machine has the audacity to blush blue like he wants Gavin to make a stupid mistake.

“How the phck did you come to that ridiculous conclusion, tin can?” This one slips past his filter, though it doesn’t look like Connor is really bothered by it, seeing how fucking flustered he appears to be.

“Well… I… “ His heart skips at the dumbo’s nervousness and his body is coercing him into doing something absolutely mindless, like grasping Connor’s trembling hand.

“Something strange happens to me whenever I’m near you… So I thought that maybe you cast a spell on me or…”

Gavin can’t help the burst of laughter that comes out of him. For the most advanced computer in the world, Connor is pretty daft. And cute.

His cheeks display what his heart is thinking, but this moment feels so surreal he can’t simply stop himself.

“What kind of strange thing?”

Connor is probably overheating with the amount of computing he has to do to make sense out of this. He inhales some air and straightens his tie like he tends to do in uncomfortable situations. (There is no particular reason Gavin knows that, not one.)

“I feel like… I don’t know, my insides get warm but in a way that leaves me empty... like there is something specific I need in order to... be whole.”

Okay, that’s it, Gavin’s self-control has gone for better pastures.

He stands up and moves indecently close, taking hold of the dork’s slightly larger hand, being as gentle as his rough exterior allows him.

“How about now?”

His answer is Connor’s other hand grazing his stubbled chin before cupping his lava-like face.

“But… that can’t be… how is it possible? You’re not especially nice or handsome.”

“Thanks.” Gavin takes the hand off his face so he can hold both of them in his own.

“There doesn’t have to be a logical explanation to these things, Connor, they just happen sometimes. But it’s up to you what you decide to do with it.”

He watches his LED spin yellow with bated breath, anticipating nothing but a brutal rejection.

“I like it. You. Still don’t understand why, but I just know that I don’t want to throw these feelings away.”

He has the unendurable urge to kiss his stupid confused expression away, so he lets himself put his lips on Connor’s forehead, ever so lightly.

“As you said – it’s magic, you adorable dumbass.”