|Gavin Reed x Male reader| Detroit Become Human|

Chapter Seven.

|Have an extra long chapter "^^ I got a little carried away. Also also, TRIGGER WARNING (I'll put them closer to the time as well but try not to give anything away) -
I wanted to give Gavin a completely different backstory in this and I hope I didn't go too far- please don't hate me, I love Gavin too, I swear
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|Gavin's POV|

|Mentions of homophobia|

I stopped. Completely. Just staring at my lap at the words the other man had just spoken. He finds me attractive? Another man? No, he couldn't possibly. That's... Wrong. So fucking wrong.

I abruptly stand up and turn my gaze to the male.
"You find men attractive? That's fucking sick." I say, pushing past him and heading straight for the door. "Gavin, hold on a second!" |Y/N| calls out, practically leaping off the couch to stop me from leaving. He grabs my arm but I pull away - though I can't ignore the strange sensation I get whenever this male touches me. I yank myself away from him, face turning into a look of disgust once more.
"Gavin, I'm... That's not the way it came out like! I swear!" He says, putting his hands up in surrender after I pulled away. I shake my head, making a small 'tsk' as I open his door and leave, not giving the man a second chance to stop me.

Home. That's where I wanted to be and that's exactly where I went. I closed the door after me, relaxing once I heard the soft Click of the lock. My breathing was a little laboured, making it harder for me to catch my breath.

Memories. Oh, how I hated them. They came flooding back to me. Over and over. Playing again, again, again. They didn't stop and I wanted to bash my head against the wall. They kept replying. Replaying. You know what, I was right. I can't trust anyone. Especially my own partner.

That fucking kid - he's gay? Disgusting. It's wrong. So God damn wrong. And that was proven to me years ago...

I rake a hand through my hair and go into the kitchen, making a strong coffee before sinking into my couch, curling up on myself. I cradle the cup in my hands and stare at it blankly.

Why would he do such a thing? I trusted him completely. He saved my life and I saved his.
Fuck, Conan...

Before I could stop them, my eyes were filling with tears and I nearly dropped my cup, having enough reflex to lean forward and let it slip from my grasp on the table, spilling a little. I tangle my fingers in my hair, tugging at it tightly and scratching my scalp.
"F-Fuck..." I choke out, curling up more, if that was possible at this point. It hurts, remembering such things. Remembering him.

"Gavin, lad, come on. Let's grab a coffee. It's been a long day." His arm would wrap around my shoulders.

His voice still rings in my head so fucking clearly. Though, as much as I love it, it's such a tormenting lullaby. I've never heard such a haunting melody. I can't stop the emotions taking over and soon my body twitches and jolts with every sob, I'm not able to stop it. It comes like a freaking flood, streaming down my face as my body fights off the urge to lash out at something. Smash something. Fuck, it was tearing me apart. I tear my hands away from my head, pick up the coffee cup and launched it at the wall. It shattered and pieces flew across the room, coffee now dripping down the wall and pooling on the floor. I shakily suck in a deep breath, my lungs reluctant to let it in. I force myself to breath, ignoring the fact that the muscles in my chest were completely tense and tight. My hands were balled into fists, trembling slightly due to my nails currently digging their way into my palms. I feel the skin begin to tear and split, sending a stinging sensation over my hand. I squeeze my eyes shut, tears still flowing from their ducts and wetting my cheeks more.

|Y/N|'s POV|

I watch as Gavin leaves and couldn't ignore the fact that my heart was sinking in my chest. Damn, it hurt. My heart tightened and it felt like it was going to stop. I gently close the door, deciding it wouldn't be best to go after the man when he was in such a delicate state of mind. I didn't mean to practically out myself. I guess I'm just... Getting comfortable around the detective, which I didn't mind at all.