I Dare You {Reed900 Fic} (Has Been Revamped)

Chapter 13

^^Here's a ten-second sketch of Gavin's apartment in my head. I made it for myself when I  needed to figure out how I wanted to describe his apartment. 

About a week had passed since Gavin and Conan had their heart to heart on the couch. The android had continued to crash at Gavin's after work and the detective was finally able to take off his sling. It would have been the most freeing experience of his life if it wasn't for the fact that he wasn't allowed to carry anything heavier than a gallon of milk. Which fucking sucked ass, but Doctor Elijah's orders. And Conan would reprimand his ass if he went against them.

It was a calm evening. No snow, nor sleet, just clear skies. Which was rare for Michigan during the winter. The sun was just starting down the horizon when Conan opened the door of the apartment. He had his jacket draped over his arm, just leaving him in his black turtleneck dress shirt. Over the past week, Gavin had noticed the android started wearing his Cyberlife issued jacket less and less.

Gavin was leaning against the wall next to the open balcony door, letting in a slight, chilly breeze as he smoked a cigarette when Conan entered. He apathetically glanced over, barely raising an eyebrow "How many was it today?" He asked, skipping the pleasantries.

Conan hung his jacket on the makeshift coat hanger nailed to the wall, "It was a slower day, only seven were found." He answered blatantly.

"Damn." The detective took a long draw from his cigarette before continuing, "Did you bring home the file?"

Conan set the case file down on the table. It had grown much heavier over the past few days. "Yes." He looked over at Gavin and sighed. "How many times do I have to tell you, Gavin. Smoking is not allowed inside the complex, additionally, it is bad for your health." He said as he approached the man. 

The detective gave the android a defiant look as he took another puff of his smoke. "And how many times do I have to tell you that I don't give a fuck?"

Conan smirked, looking down at Gavin. A mischievous glint in his eyes. He swiftly snatched Gavin's cigarette out of his hand, not even giving the man a second to react before the deed was done.

"H-hey! What the phck! I was still smokin' that!" Gavin exclaimed, slightly irritated.

Conan crushed the still-lit cigarette in his hand, putting it out. "Not anymore I'm afraid. You'll thank me for this later." He commented smugly. 

"I hate you tin can." Gavin huffed, crossing his arms. 

Conan walked away, throwing away the remains of the cigarette in a nearby trash can. Not even facing the detective when he responded with, "I hate you too meat sack."

Gavin rolled his eyes at Conan's remark, shutting the balcony door close. He walked over to the dining table and picked up the case file that the android left there. He took it over to the couch, taking a seat and leaning his back up against the arm of the couch. He was less sitting on the couch and more like laying down on it. He started flipping through the new papers, he didn't have long though until he noticed a particular figure staring down at him.

"The hell you want, dipshit?" Gavin asked Conan, barely glancing up from the file.

"Move your feet please, you are taking up the entire couch." Conan politely requested, crossing his arms behind his back. 

"No, I don't think I will." Gavin taunted.

"Gavin, please."

The detective raised his hand towards Conan's face, still looking at the file and flipped the android off, a proud smug look on his face.