Awaiting Tomorrow~

I turn to Ares.

Thanks to Tyler Miles Lockett who allowed me to draw inspiration from his ARES piece for page 2! Look at his etsy page it's SICK

Gavin: Yeah.

Connor:

Gavin:

Connor: Are we going to TALK about that?!

Connor: So move him?

Man needs glasses but Refuses because of course he does, but he has a secret pair of readers for home use

Omg omg I love this SO MUCH, very Gavin

Here you go! Thanks so much for the prompt!!!

DPD

Gavin squints at the terminal in frustration. 9 hours staring at the damn computer screen was already giving him a headache and add on the fact he desperately needs glasses to be able to comfortably make out the information, his headache had turned into a full scale migraine. Enough that he had to go home for the day because he was about as useful as a dick flavored lollipop.

Hanks House

He's thumbing through Hank's paperback collection, trying to find something to read before bed. 

It's an impressive collection actually. Two overflowing 6 ft bookcases full of books as old as 1910 lined their shelves. A lot of people didn't read or collect paper books anymore. In 2040 everything was electronic. Even the boyfriends. 

He's at Hank’s tonight. He spends most nights there. The Lt. and his weird RoboCop partner-turned-boyfriend and he have created a weird sort of codependent family post revolution. And Gavin can't help but be careful for it. He's been lonely for so long. With them, even his worst inner demons cower from the light Hank and Connor bring to his life. 

He settles on an old favorite and tucks the book under his arm. He knows horror probably isn't the best genre to consume before bed but IT had a personal significance to it that made it alright. 

When he pads back over to the bedroom, he hears the shower is running. There's a conversation happening behind the closed door so Connor is probably in there too. Gavin rolls his eyes fondly, reading between the lines, before walking back into Hank's bedroom with his book. 

He opens the worn and time faded paper spine to the first page, smile spreading across his face as he reads the familiar dedicated scrawl.

He starts a few chapters in, because as good as the book is, the violent and descriptive hate crime always leaves a bad taste in his mouth. The best part of the book in his opinion is the creation of the friend group anyway. 

He's two pages in and he can already feel a headache coming on from his squinting. He exhales so loudly it startles Sumo awake and Gavin is now filled with guilt on top of his frustration. 

He stares at his backpack on the chair like it personally offended him. And it may as well have. It contained the infernal devices.

"Uggghhhhhh phck! Fine!" He shouts into the open air before leaning over to tear through the front pocket. Inside are the pair of reading glasses he under most circumstances would rather endure a crippling migraine or painful death than wear for even a second. 

Which is kinda dumb. They aren't ugly. The salesperson at the store was actually painstakingly thorough in making sure they found ones that framed and accentuated his face. But still. Glasses weren't cool. Never have been cool and never will be. At least that's what his brain and peers have reinforced for decades. He'd get contacts, if he didn't have such a phobia of touching his eye. It was a shit combination of bad genes and outcomes that results in him having to put the stupid things on just to enjoy his and Hank's favorite book. 

He's got them balanced on his nose and is fully engrossed in the beginnings of the rising action when Hank and Connor return to the bedroom. 

He wouldn't have noticed them, if Hank hadn't chuckled, breaking his concentration and causing him to yank them off his face. 

"Those are cute, when did you get those?" Hank asks, slipping under the covers and moving deeper into the bed to make himself comfortable. 

Gavin's cheeks are burning in his embarrassment. His secret was found out. But Hank didn't actually care and wasn't really making fun of him. That was the nasty version of Hank his demons constructed and played when he was feeling low. That wasn't reality. It helped ease the sting a little. 

Gavin still hasn't looked at Connor, but when he does, the man is staring right back. His mouth is open a little, looking over Gavin's face intimately before he lets out the breath he has been holding. 

"Put them back on."

Gavin, surprised, raised a challenging eyebrow. Connor wasn't being rude or bossy, more direct and desperate. Gavin's eyes fell to the android's crotch which he just now noticed wasn't covered at all and was very interested in something. 

Gavin puts the glasses back, grinning when it gives him the ability to see every single one of Connors' facilities shut down as he moves closer. 

"Keep them on," he orders now, hot and teasing as he's made himself comfortable on Gavin's lap. 

Hank chuckles again, turning in the bed happy to watch this particular scene unfold. Hell, so was Gavin. 

As the robots lips found his and his hand pulled tight in Gavin’s hair, Gavin couldn't help but think, maybe the glasses weren't so bad after all….

Gavin, almost crying: Nines winked at me.

Tina: That’s good, isn’t it?

Tina: Oh god, what did you do?

Gavin: I winked back.

Tina: So?

Gavin: WITH BOTH EYES!

Connor: So he… he did what?

Nines: He blinked at me.

Connor: Uh… and that’s…?

Gavin: Instead of saying how I was “a friend to everyone” and that I “lit up a room” when I entered it, I want people to shake their heads while muttering that I “asked too many questions for my own good” and talk about how they “warned me that I was getting in way over my head” and that I “always had a knack for finding trouble” wherever I went. If you don’t make me a local urban legend you’ve failed me.

Nines: *gives it to Gavin*

Gavin: *sips coffee*

Nines:

Gavin: *finishes coffee*

Nines: …Didn’t the coffee taste weird?

Gavin: Yeah, but I didn’t want to hurt your feelings so I drank it all.

Gavin: He has the most incredible eyes and he’s so wonderful.

Nines, blushing: aw that’s-

Gavin: Shhh! Don’t tell him!