gavin was one of those people that when he got into a certain activity, he was almost always oblivious to the world around him.

he came over to your house because you had a desk where he could do art, and he was somewhat close friends with you. you welcomed him often, and he always took the offers.

gavin was in that focused space, his lips slightly parted as his tongue pressed to the roof of his mouth in concentration.

he was sketching against the thick white piece of paper, while you laid stomach down on against your bed - scrolling on your phone.