Connor is already running, the shout of lieutenant like the crack of a circus whip. Lieutenant, don't, that fragmentary summons. Nines isn't far behind him; the lieutenant is what Connor is responsible for, but Nines has a hunch that the don't belongs to him. Sure enough, in the deafening racket of the break room, jostled by a herd of people gesticulating frantically in the air and screaming at them to stop-- Hank Anderson has his hands fisted in Gavin's shirt, hauling him nearly off of his feet.
Chapter 2 is up! This continues to be a leisurely yet incredibly unrelaxing stroll alongside the dysfunctional relationship of two assholes who can't figure out how to be alive. If you prefer the stories you read to have no plot, no development, no resolution, but just a vague sense of dread and the suspicion that no consequential human problem is truly surmountable, BOY HAVE I GOT A FIC FOR YOU💖