Gavin is usually the first to roll out of bed in search of a shower after they've both spent themselves on each other between Hank's sheets. The older man normally lingers behind in bed, comfortable in his post-sex bliss, but today he'll do so only until he's sure the steam from the running water has fogged the bathroom mirror. Making an excuse to use the toilet, he'll use a finger to draw a heart (and a quick addition of cat ears and whiskers around it) for Gavin to find when he steps out.
he never would have fucking guessed hank was a bit of a romantic.
not even a bit, honestly. he was a romantic. hank just didn’t seem the type, though. maybe he was at one point but, now too scorned, too this or too that. but he thought of little things, dumb shit gavin would have never considered on his own; like leaving sticky-notes for him at his desk, or buying the particular brand of coffee he liked, or insisting on holding him after they fuck even if he knows gavin’s just going to get up in ten minutes anyway. little things. he’s never been one to care about that kind of shit but maybe it’s because he’s never had that kind of shit before. you can’t know you miss something you never had.
now, as he steps out of a nice, hot shower, he’s certain he would miss little steam drawings on the fogged up mirror. no matter how stupid it is.
