|Gavin Reed x Male reader| Detroit Become Human|

Chapter Nine.

|Y/N|'s POV|

I take Gavin's plate away and scrape the rest of his food into the bin before I begin washing up, humming lightly to myself. Gavin, however, stayed in his seat, seeming uptight.

"You can just relax, you know? This is your house too, now." I say, glancing back at the other male with a small, soft smile. The poor guy looked so out of place but I just wanted him to feel at home while he's here, and I don't know how long that's going to be for, though a part of me was hoping it would be for a while. Gavin looked at me and furrowed his eyebrows together. "... Right." was his only response before getting up, pushing his chair in. He leaves the room and tugs off his beanie as he walks, revealing his messy hair which I couldn't help but find adorable.

Now it was just me and my thoughts, which were tormenting me at the moment - Why do I care what happens to Gavin? What difference would it make to me whether he was okay or not? That was the thing, I did care. A lot. And yet I couldn't figure out why. He was just so... Gavin. I couldn't explain it. I've never really been attracted to anyone, let alone feeling this strangely about a man. You know, to me, love knows no gender but Gavin obviously had completely different ideas, mucht to my own distaste.

I join Gavin in the living room, spotting the man laying in the couch with gizmo on his chest, trying to get under his shirt.
"Gizmo, hun, no..." He grumbles, shoving the front of his shirt into his trousers to prevent the cat from having access. I smile to myself, melting a little at the sight before me. Gavin smiles a little, letting his cat nuzzle into his face and give him a delighted purr. I step into the room and sit on the floor, looking up at the man who's attention  was now on me.

"Sorry, I'll move."

"Don't even think about it."

I lean against the coffee table, smiling at him. Skeptical, Gavin lays back on the couch and lets out a deep breath. He shivers a little and curls up more, hugging gizmo to him.

"Cold?" I ask, sitting forward a little bit. He stayed silent for a moment before practically whispering "... A little." As soon as I heard his responce, I get up and fetch the male a blanket, unfolding it and going to lay it over the man. The mans ears turn red as he swats my hands away, taking the blanket and putting it over himself. I did notice the slightly embarrassed expression on the other detectives face, however. Gavin nuzzles into the blanket and then looks at me as I take a seat again, stretching a little bit. Honestly, it was quite relaxing having someone else in the house - being here on my own was a little unerving at night.

"Aren't you uncomfortable?" he eventually asks, his eyes scanning over my face but his expression was unreadable. I shake my head a little "Not at all." He then asks another question "Shouldn't you be working?" "Trying to get rid of me already? Nah, I told fowler I'd stay with you. Hank and Connor are taking notes and things for us." I explain to which he nods.

|Gavin's POV|

I look at the other deteective and let out a small 'tsk'. He shouldn't be here, he should be at work... so should I but here we are. I don't get why he's babying me so much, I'm perfectly fine alone. It's not like I'm a danger to mysel- I let out a small sigh at the thought, looking down at my currently covered arms. One second thought, maybe I'm not... I notice |Y/N| looking at me and I raise an eyebrow.

"I'm beginning to think that your staring problem is psychological at this point, |Y/N|." He snaps out of his small trance and his |Eye colour| eyes lock with mine. He looked so innocent for someone who's been through a lot. "I'm sorry, I just... Yeah." He mumbles out, running a hanf through his hair and getting up. He walks over to me and I instantly tense up, giving him a warning look before waiting to see what he'd do. |Y/N| gently lifts my legs and sits on the couch, laying my legs on top of his lap. I feel my ears heat up a little bit and look at Gizmo who was fast asleep on my chest. I srink a little and keep my gaze on the none bothered detective as he switches on the TV, putting on some show called 'Stranger Things'. Me, not really too into TV, glance at it before snuggling into the couch and resting my eyes.

Docks. I have a beer in my hand and so does the other, even though he couldn't drink - he was trying to blend in with the rest of humanity. He wore my beanie to cover the LED on the side of his head as he looked out onto the water that was strangely calm.

"You know, I never really imagined things would be like this, Gav." I turn my gaze to the handsome male, a smile tugging at the sides of my lips. "Like what?" "Us." He says, arm snaking around my shoulders and giving them a light squeeze.

I was happy, unbelievely so. I can feel it again. At least, until...

"Get the fuck OFF!" I yell but what was the point, who would win against as android?  He pinned me - My arms heal bruises for weeks but so did the rest of me. The pain came next, nothing could stop it, I could only snap my eyes shut.

I jerk up into a sitting position, sucking air in through my mouth and letting my brain regester where I am. Clean. The TV is on. |Y/N| is at my feet, staring- He's fucking staring again...

"What?"

"I was about to ask you the same thing."

I roll my eyes and lean back against the couch, spotting a now pissed off Gizmo on the floor, looking up at me before sauntering off towards the spare room. I oull the blanket over myself more.

"Gavin... What was it?"

"Just a bad dream, I guess. I don't remember."