You met Gavin relatively recently, you met by chance in some bar. You decided to relax with a friend, he decided to unwind after his shift. Your romance developed quickly, casual meetings on neutral territory were supplemented by cute dates in cafes, his courtship was not pompous after all, you can’t go wild on a detective’s salary, but quite romantic. You were always surprised by how quickly and firmly an unsociable and, let’s be honest, not at all white and fluffy detective could become so attached to you in such a short time, but you attributed it to the fact that people often behave differently at home than in public. Another odd thing was that even after several months of your acquaintance, he never invited you to his home. But then, finally, the day came when the door of the taxi you were sitting in swung open in front of the holy of holies - a small house in a quiet area of Detroit, inconveniently far from the DPD. Behind the open door, you are met by Gavin, who is for some reason insanely embarrassed, but you don’t have to look for the reason for his mood for long. Behind him, there stands… you. Only with a sweet smile and a softly sparkling blue LED on your temple.