[ What... the fuck? Gavin feels like he's got whiplash all of a sudden. Why is Connor touching his face? And why the fuck is he calling him handsome? ...wait, Connor think he's handsome? Huh. He's about to inwardly preen before he catches himself, feeling the tips of his ears start to burn hot. ]

S-Shut up, I'm always frowning because I have to deal with pains in the ass like you.

[ It's not quite as up to snuff as his usual barked comments, so thrown for a loop. So, phew, he manages to sit down and okay let's decompress here and re-plan what they're gonna—

Do—

Gavin's eyes go comically wide and he's happy for the mask. Oh, what the... what the... Oh. He smells kinda nice. A warm sort of plastic smell, but it's not unpleasant. Is he wearing cologne too? How weird.

But the faint brush of Connor's lips against the shell of his ear sends a white hot flash straight down his spine and he gulps. No, no, animal hind brain it's not time to play! Connor's drunk. He takes a wobbly breath and the reminder calms down whatever imuplses were about to send info to Little Gavin.

And what Connor says makes him hiss a little. ] Fucking creeps. Can't wait to arrest 'em all.

[ Well, Connor being touchy-feely is apparently a pretty good cover and distraction. Nobody seems to be paying them much mind now. So, well... he loops an arm around Connor's (rather small and almost dainty) waist, continuing the illusion. Hands all in proper places, of course. He turns to speak softly to him. ]

I'll make sure you're alright. Want me to call Hank? We might need backup for this.