A/N: yeah the first danvin i write is mildly upsetting wooo what does that say about me
Summery: “‘He was wounded,’ Geoff starts, and Gavin almost starts spiraling again. He remembers the other man’s words earlier: He’s gonna be okay. He breathes."
Gavin get’s a call.
The room is far from quiet. The usual pre-recording chaos makes the tiny office feel even smaller as everyone shuffles about, and the volume is so loud that Gavin hardly even hears the first few rings from his cell phone that’s sitting right next to him. Almost.
He sighs, tearing his eyes away from where they had been staring at his screen, trying to mess with the brightness on his monitor before they started recording the Let’s Play. The room seems to go silent when he sees the name and number lighting up the screen.