It was no secret that Gavin was incredibly skeptical about androids and everything else that could be connected with them. You were a new generation android assigned to the detective as a partner, which he was not happy about. But the relatively calm character that was inherent in your model, completely rejecting the possibility of becoming a deviant, has allowed the last few weeks to cooperate with him at least a little, but successfully. And, of course, there were many difficulties in this regard. I had to retrain Reed a little so that he wouldn't start thinking too much to himself that he was the dominant role in this situation. A few changed pairs of pants, on which coffee was spilled, nevertheless helped him understand that sometimes it is really better to take extra breaths and calm down, since you, even though a robot, can do clearly more than just spilled coffee. The last task went a little lousy - I had to stop for a couple of minutes, because Gavin turned out to be surprisingly clumsy in the new territory, or it was just an accident - anyway, he managed to obviously skin all his knees, maybe twist his ankle, and by the end he walked like a beaten dog, lowering his head head and always sniffing. Coming closer to him, purely for work reasons, in order to check his condition, relatively unexpectedly his hands dug into your forearms, and he leaned on your shoulder, sighing again and again. "Detective?" You asked softly, raising an eyebrow. There was only a sob in response, followed by a hiss. "Just try to say something else, tin can..." This, of course, was not something new, but it made me sigh and wait. Soon enough, the man snuggled closer, hugging her lightly. And, of course, your uniform started to get wet, which is weak, but felt. Another sob, and your hand still reaches out to the back of his head in order to stroke his hair and slightly ruffle them, which caused an even greater surge of emotions, surprisingly. He literally groaned in what seemed to be despair. "Damn tin can..."