Gavin x RK900 (ONESHOTS)

Dark Streets, Warm Hearts

Hnnnng, sorry for the delay in updates today, I just recently acquired my own copy of Detroit: Become Human and I've been playing it for the entire day ;v;

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"Fuuuuuuuuuck that investigation took way too fucking long..." Gavin grumbled as he entered the office and he threw his stuff onto his desk, slumping down in his chair. He had been called out to work at 4am and it was now almost midnight. He was exhausted. Conan followed behind him, just like he'd followed him around all day. In all honesty Gavin had gotten used to it after a while.

"I don't get paid enough for this shit..." he mumbled as he logged onto the computer to write up a report for the investigation they did. Conan stood next to the desk, staring emotionlessly down at him, as usual.

"On the contrary, Detective, you get paid more then most of the department. There are only a few people that get paid higher than you, and two of them are Captain Fowler and Lieutenant Anderson," Conan said statistically. Gavin turned his head to glare up at the tall android.

"I didn't ask for your fucking statistic bullshit, asswipe," he grumbled, honestly hating it when he was compared to others. He typed up a quick report, simple but informative, Conan wandered off in the meantime. Once he was done, he leaned back in his chair, a sigh leaving his lips. His car had broken down earlier in the week and was still being repaired, so he would have to walk home and he was already really tired.

Eventually stood up, prepared to leave for the night but was interrupted by Conan who returned with a coffee in hand.

"I can see how high your stress and exhaustion levels are, Detective. I thought perhaps a coffee will help," he said and held it out for Gavin to take. As much as he didn't want to accept the coffee, he really needed it right now. He took the coffee from Conan's hand and took a sip.

"Stop analysing me every god damn second," he mumbled. Conan took that as Gavin's way of saying 'thank you'. The two then made their way out of the precinct, Conan analysed the car park and noticed the lack of Gavin's car. He watched for a moment as Gavin began to make his way down the sidewalk and decided to accompany him. Gavin frowned as Conan caught up and walked beside him. Great, firstly he has to walk home and now he has to walk with this plastic prick?

Neither of them spoke as they made their way down the dimly lit street, the quiet hum of cars in the distance could be heard. Strangely enough, Gavin found the walk rather peaceful, even with Conan there. He never really felt safe walking in the dark alone, his fear of the dark only increased his paranoia, but with Conan there he felt like he was safe. Conan had proved his skills in dangerous situations before, and Gavin would never admit this out loud but he would probably trust Conan with his life.

"Your stress levels have gone down rather fast, Detective," Conan pointed out as Gavin sipped at the coffee in his hands again. Gavin rolled his eyes. He wasn't going to admit that it was probably because Conan was there.

"The fuck did I say about analysing me?" he mumbled, not looking up at Conan. The android chuckled a little.

"Let me remind you, Detective, I have free will. I'll do what the fuck I want," he replied with a smirk. "Also your body temperature has decreased greatly since we've left the station. Are you cold?" He asked and Gavin huffed, glaring over at him a bit and shivering. Yea he was fucking freezing.

"Maybe I am. What's it to you-" He instantly stopped talking when he felt something draped over his shoulders. He glanced at Conan and noticed that he's taken off his smart android jacket and put it over Gavin's shoulders. Gavin's face lit up in a bright crimson blush.

"It's not much, but it should suffice until you arrive home," Conan said, still just looking forwards. For the first time in ages, Gavin had nothing to say. No insults, no small quips. Nothing. He just stared at the ground, his face on fire as they continued walking. Conan's jacket really did help, it was rather warming surprisingly.

They soon reached the apartment block that Gavin lived in, slowing their walk down until they stopped outside the entrance. Gavin shuffled awkwardly before removing Conan's jacket from his shoulders and handing it back to him.

"...um, thanks... for the jacket, and for walking back with me..." Gavin mumbled, avoiding eye contact. Conan blinked and looked at Gavin in surprised curiosity. That was the first time Gavin had actually thanked him for anything. Conan smiled genuinely, kinda not even realising he was.

"You're welcome, Detective. I should head home now. Have a nice evening." Conan said politely, but as he turned to leave, a hand grabbed his wrist, holding him in place. He looked back around at Gavin.

"Would you, um...fuck... do you wanna stay at mine tonight? You live further away from the station and I know you walk everyday, right? Maybe it'll be more convenient for you to stay over..." he mumbled, face still red. Conan was surprised by the offer, but nodded, smiling again.

"Sure, it's very kind of you to offer, Detective," Conan said and Gavin huffed, rolling his eyes.

"W-Whatever, I'm only offering because it'll be easier for you. And call me Gavin outside of work, for fucks sake," he mumbled before turning to walk into the apartment block. Conan chuckled at Gavin's stubborn attitude, but there was something cute about it. He followed Gavin, a feeling of happiness registering in his system.