Can 2+2 not equal 4?
Don't you think Gavin, a mobile explosion of emotion and physicality, would feel insecure around Connor? None of Gavin's usual methods of engaging his coworkers work on Connor quite right. In effect, Connor is giving him the cold shoulder without meaning to because Connor can't read Gavin right either. They circle each other in curiosity. They exchange barbed comments but does it mean anything?
Gavin doesn't know. And that's why he hates Connor so much, but can't seem to leave him alone.
A weight sits on Gavin's lungs at the thought that his hate and his love were met with equal apathy, equally unimportant in Connor's neural network, low priority at the bottom of the stack.
Connor's face reveals nothing but Gavin's knuckles are scraped raw.
His kindness and his contempt were disingenuous but Gavin wants to believe that a soul can inhabit a plastic chassis. Didn't he hear somewhere that the definition of insanity is trying the same thing over and over and expecting a different result?
Why does it bother him so much?
