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The stalls and tents of the winter market were getting set up in record time. The entire area was buzzing with excited chatter as vendors and crafters called out to familiar faces as they prepared their wares for the noontime opening. The market was always the first week after Thanksgiving, starting at noon on the Sunday and open every day thru Saturday.

It made it easy for Gavin to get the entire week off. Ever since he was a teenager, Gavin had known he would be attending the winter market. At the DPD, he had his vacation time submitted back in January and no one could take it away from him. It was really the only vacation Gavin ever took, so Captain Fowler was usually just happy that Gavin was using some vacation time.

Gavin pulled his leather jacket closer as he finished helping the Chen brothers get the booth and its shelves set up. The hard work had kept his blood flowing so his hatless head and gloveless fingers were ignoring the chill in the winter air. He could have flipped up the hood, but it was not snowing so it seemed unnecessary. As for his gloves, he kept forgetting to buy a new pair. He always seemed to accidentally unravel cheap gloves, and his good pairs constantly seemed to vanish like socks in a dryer. On the plus side, he usually ran hot anyway so he could tolerate the cold pretty well.

With the last of the canopy and shelves set up for the winter market, Gavin moved to help grab boxes of wares. The entire booth was a wide range of wooden crafts made by various Chens, their spouses, or Gavin. It was actually becoming quite ridiculous how full the booth was getting.

A few years ago they had increased the booth size when one of Tina's brother got really good at custom chairs and side tables. Most of his stuff was displayed as examples of what could be custom ordered. Grandpa Chen still carved small figurines that people loved to display on their shelves, while Papa Chen specialized in jewelry boxes. Another Chen sister actually made custom puzzles for children, and most of Gavin's wares tended to be lathe turned wood that became plates, bowls, and vases.

“I'm so glad we have you here this year,” Mama Chen said, patting Gavin's cheeks while he lined up rows of peg dolls. “It was awful not having you at the market last year.”

“There was no market last year,” Gavin laughed at the woman he saw as a surrogate mother. “The whole evacuated Detroit and Android Revolution thing. Maybe that rings a bell?”

“You learned to be a smart mouth from Papa,” the older woman laughed as she swatted the back of Gavin's head.

“He learned it from Tina,” one of the brothers called out.

There was a ripple of laughter and Tina was sure to be teased when she came by later. Tina never got into the family craft, but she always helped run the booth when she was not on shift. Gavin, though, had found a way to relax. He never cared if what he made sold. Anything left over from the market would go to the Chen family store and Gavin spent most holidays with the family anyway.

Gavin lugged over a box full of things he had made throughout the year. As a way of channeling his restless energy and to relax after a hard case, Gavin would spend his time gluing different types of wood together and then turning it on a lathe to shape it into whatever he felt like. Sometimes he had knots of wood that he used resin on to fill the gaps so he had a few vases made of wood and a purple he had decided to use up. This year, though, he had made a few chess boards with matching set pieces. Only three, but still a lot of fun doing the little pieces.

“Gavin!”

A voice called out from across the walkway and Gavin looked over at the other booths for the first time. Across from the Chens was an awning being set up by some androids. Being set on display were various knitted and crocheted items, including some absolutely ridiculous winter hats. One of which Gavin recognized, as he saw an android with an octopus hat waving at him.

“Six,” Gavin called out as he got up and wandered across the way. Gavin had originally been cautious around Connor worried about messing up when the android had first returned to the precinct. Then Sixty joined the precinct as part of SWAT. One crazy bar night later and Gavin found himself pretty good friends with both RK800s. “What are you doing here?”

“Nines is part of the hobby group that made these delightful hats and ugly Christmas sweaters,” Sixty explained as he twirled one of the crocheted octopus legs hanging from his hat. “I'm helping to set up. How about you?”

“Nines? Oh, yeah, your other brother.” Gavin had never actually met Nines. He had heard about this mysterious third RK brother, but Nines worked at New Jericho so Gavin never saw him. “As for me, you know how Tina's family basically adopted me. I join their woodwork for the week.”

“That's cool. Oh, hey Nines. Get over here. I want to introduce you to someone,” Sixty called out to someone behind Gavin's shoulder.

Gavin turned, expecting to see a familiar face and curly brown hair. Instead that familiar face was full of handsome, sharper features. The android who approached them was a little taller than Sixty, and his suavely brushed back hair was much darker. As soon as he caught sight of those pale blue eyes, Gavin knew he was done for. Sure, the RK800s were attractive, but in Gavin's eyes they paled in comparison to Nines.

“Nines, this is Gavin,” Sixty was saying. “Gavin, this is Nines.”

“It's nice to meet someone I've heard about,” Nines said, his deep voice just completing Gavin's dreams.

“Likewise,” was all Gavin managed to get out as he enjoyed the firm handshake he was given.

“Gavin,” Mama Chen called out, “where are you? It’s time to set up the craft corner.”

“Gotta go,” Gavin said, taking the out before he made a fool of himself. Though he planned on asking Sixty for Nines number later. “I'll see you around.”

“Hey,” Sixty stopped Gavin before he could escape. “Nines has never been to a market before. Maybe you can show him around when you get a chance.”

“Um, sure, if you want,” Gavin said, hoping he was not blushing like a hormonal teenager.

“There’s no need to trouble yourself,” Nines answered for himself, glaring over at Sixty who had his mischievous grin.

“No trouble at all,” Gavin shrugged, trying to play it cool but feeling like he was failing. “I’m here all week.”

“Well Nines is here today, so show him around since I can’t,” Sixty grinned.

“Okay, I'll come by after it opens, then,” Gavin said, as he hurried back to help the Chens when they called out for him again.

----

“Stop it,” Nines warned after Gavin had moved out of hearing range.

“Stop what?” Sixty asked, pulling off the look of innocence if it were not for the fact that Nines knew his brother too well.

“I am not interested in dating,” Nines stated firmly, buttoning his white long coat. Like Connor, he was not particularly fond of the cold. “I have no desire to have any sort of relationship.”

“You're lying.” That was true. Nines absolutely wanted to find a relationship. He was just tired of the whole dating part of it. Sixty grinned as he twirled a crocheted octopus tentacle with his finger. “Look, I've hung out with Gavin enough to know that you are his type. And I've interfaced with you enough to know that he is yours. Just call me your matchmaker and enjoy the date I got you.”

“No,” Nines said as he turned back to straighten out the racks. “A coerced date is not a date.”

“Fine,” Sixty pouted. “Enjoy the one-on-one hangout time I got you.”

“I am only scheduled to be here until everything is set up and then I must return to my duties at New Jericho,” Nines stated, getting frustrated with his brother’s prodding. “I will only be back at the end of the event.”

“You can take a break from work and just relax and be happy,” Sixty argued. “In fact, I think you should request the whole week off so you can hang out somewhere that isn't Jericho Tower. You never take time off anymore. You don’t smile much either.”

“I am content,” Nines stated. The RK900 sighed in relief as Sixty did not argue the difference between content and happy like Connor usually did. Then he turned to face his brother. “What are you doing?”

Sixty's eyelids were fluttering, a glitch unique to the RK800s when they were transmitting data. “Helping you.”

Nines was about to argue when a message from North appeared. Glaring at Sixty, Nines opened the message from one of the Jericho leaders and read about how she approved his requested time off for the week. When Nines tried to argue, North made some comment about how he looked cute with that human.

“What did you send her?” Nines demanded.

“Not just her,” Sixty sang out with a big grin.

The RK800's eyelids fluttered again and Nines received an image from his brother. It was a picture straight from Sixty's optical units and it was the moment that Nines had shook Gavin's hand. Nines’ own memory files reminded him how he enjoyed the rough feel of the human's hands and the slight blush that dusted Gavin's cold reddened cheeks. What Nines's system did not recall was the rare smile on his own face.

“Who else did you send this to?” Nines asked warily.

“Oh, just North,” Sixty started out casually. “And Connor. Markus, Simon and Josh. Everyone in your little craft club. Hank, Tina and Allen.”

“What did you say?” Nines sighed.

“Oh, I just told them that you agreed to see the winter market with Gavin,” Sixty said.

“I did no such thing,” Nines reminded.

“Fine,” Sixty huffed dramatically. “I'll go over and tell Gavin that you found him so repulsive that you absolutely will not be seen with him.”

“Sixty,” Nines snapped as he grabbed the RK800 before he could walk away. “Do not be an ass.”

“Oh?” Sixty faked surprise. “So you do want to go on a date with him?”

It was not that Nines was against the idea. It was just that Sixty was being Sixty, and that made Nines almost irrationally against getting to know Gavin just to spite Sixty. Still, he would not put it past Sixty to be absolutely rude just to make Nines feel like the bad guy. All those social protocols and this was how Sixty used them. He also knew that Sixty would never truly be that malicious.

“I will humor you today only,” Nines said sternly. “I have no intention of wasting a week at this festival despite your conspiring. I am content as I am and do not need your interference.”

Sixty smirked as if he had obtained some great victory. There was the telltale flutter of eyelids as Sixty was no doubt informing more people who did not need to know. If Nines pushed Sixty to stop, he knew his brother would. Instead, when Sixty sauntered away, Nines indulged himself in several pre-constructions where he strangled his brother with that ridiculous octopus hat Nines had made for him.

With no choice but to remain until the supposed date, Nines busied himself with helping Jerrod and Jeremy as the two red headed EM400s set up the android made crafts on the shelves. Eventually, Nines found himself sitting behind the table with a pair of knitting needles given to him by Jerrod to help pass the time. Nines took his time making a soft scarf that would match the hat he had made for Connor. Sixty would have to wait until Nines was sure he would not tie the troublemaking RK800 up with whatever was crafted.

The market officially opened and people milled about, wandering from stall to stall. Some came with the intent of finding the perfect Christmas gift, while others were just looking for food and fun. Periodically, Nines would look over at Gavin. Not because he found the human attractive. Nines' system had already scanned and cataloged Gavin's features as it always did when he was on alert. The RK900 chose to ignore the fact that his system was occasionally duplicating information on Gavin, like how the scar on his nose would crinkle when he scrunched up his nose. No. Nines was looking at Gavin so he would have warning when the man came over to talk to the android.

For two hours, Gavin was lightly sketching and making notes on a round of wood. The bark still circled the entire round and would no doubt look nice with whatever the finished product was. Gavin began to lay out various tools, but paused and looked up. Nines' system once again cataloged those green eyes as they looked at him. It was only after Gavin blushed and looked away that Nines realized he had been staring and that might be considered rude. Rather than being deterred, though, Gavin got up and walked across the way until he stood in front of Nines.

“Hey, uh, Nines,” Gavin said as he rubbed the back of his neck. “Are you interested in looking around right now? If you're busy then that's all right.”

The openness of Gavin's comments indicated to Nines that the human was allowing the android a way out of the potentially awkward situation created by Sixty. Nines supposed he should not be that impressed, seeing that Gavin was an accomplished detective. Still, the android was grateful he was being given this opportunity to avoid this misguidedly arranged date to begin with.

“Now is a good time,” Nines answered. It would be rude to turn the human down. He had also told Sixty he would do this once and had no interest in dealing with Sixty’s behavior if he declined. “Lead the way, Gavin.”

----

Nines accepted. Well, okay. Gavin could absolutely do this without making himself look like an idiot. Who the hell was Gavin trying to fool? He was going to fuck this up like he always did when he was around someone he was interested in. Nines was also clearly a ten while Gavin was, well, Gavin. The best he could hope for here was to be lucky enough to be on friendly terms. At least that meant he would not have to try to suave it up.

“So, the layout is usually different from every year,” Gavin explained, shoving his hands in his pockets. His lack of gloves was starting to make his fingers ache. “But they always try to put the food vendors in the same area. This year the map stated that thirium vendors are all grouped together as well. Are you hungry? I mean, do you want some thirium? I know Six and Con both like different thirium flavors. Connor likes fruity flavors and Sixty likes salty and spicy. How about you? Can you eat?”

Yep. Absolutely nailed being awkward. Gavin had not actually wandered the market in a few years, but he was positive it was bigger and more crowded than ever before for a first day. This entire situation was not going to go well, in typical Gavin fashion. There was no doubt that Nines would have absolutely nothing to do with Gavin by the end of this.

“I am still trying different flavors,” Nines admitted. “I have enjoyed chocolate and mint so far. But, unlike my brothers, I am capable of consuming human food. I have found I enjoy what is classified as Italian.”

“I'm a sucker for a good alfredo myself,” Gavin said. “However, that isn't typical market food. But there is almost always a vendor here who has handcrafted hot chocolate and mixes. Come on.”

They wove through the throngs of people and made small talk. Gavin learned that Nines was the prototype for the RK900s which was why Connor and Sixty chose to call him their brother rather than any of the handful of finished RK900 models. Nines learned that the Chen family was the only family that Gavin acknowledged. They discovered a shared appreciation for fantasy novels, however Nines preferred to read a physical book while Gavin listened to audio books. Nines had an interest in landscaping and gardening and Gavin at least managed to mow his lawn, occasionally.

Gavin got Nines a peppermint hot chocolate and he decided to try the raspberry flavor himself. He thought about offering Nines a taste, but Gavin did not want to push his luck. It felt like this not quite a date was going well. They stopped by another booth that was selling homemade jams on slices of bread baked that morning and Gavin bought a sampler tray. The two managed to find a table and just chatted while they enjoyed their market snacks. They ended up not seeing anything else of the market.

Fuck, Gavin was absolutely smitten. Nines was gorgeous, had a dry and slightly morbid sense of humor that matched Gavin's own, a rich deep voice, and an even richer laugh. Even if they only talked about frivolous topics, like whether Nines should make Sixty a straitjacket for Christmas, it felt natural. Gavin only noticed that they had been talking for almost two hours because Mama Chen sent him a message asking where he was.

“Shit, I'm sorry,” Gavin blushed as he stood to help clean up their mess. “We spent this whole time talking and I never showed you anything but the food.”

“That is quite fine,” Nines said politely as the android also stood. “The food was most enjoyable.”

“If you're helping tomorrow I can really show you around then,” Gavin smiled brightly as he turned and threw the trash away.

There was a pause and then Nines spoke in an almost clipped tone. “I had no intention of spending any more time at the market other than to help set up and clean up.”

Gavin was glad his back was toward the android, because he was fairly certain his face fell for a moment. That rejection was definitely read loud and clear, and Gavin quickly wiped any disappointment from his face so he could turn around with a slight smile. Not that Gavin was surprised Nines had no interest any spending any more time with the human. Gavin learned from his past relationships just how much of a catch he was not.

With practice that only came from many failed dates, Gavin kept the conversation light and thanked Nines for his time. Then the human hurried back to the work bench, ignoring Mama Chen's knowing look as she watched him. Gavin stared down at the slab of wood on the table that he had been trying to work on. They say that heartache is the best motivation, and Gavin certainly felt inspired to put his feelings into his carving.

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Nines sat at his desk in Jericho Tower. He was leaning back in his chair holding a tablet as he worked through various reports. Or rather, tried to work. His mind was constantly playing his interactions with Gavin instead. Nines had actually enjoyed the encounter. Quite a lot. Gavin had even made Nines laugh, and the human clearly was not averse to the idea of spending more time with the android.

Only Nines had to panic. An RK900. One of the most advanced androids created, ignoring the fact that he was a prototype and had some missing software at initial activation. He had panicked when Gavin suggested they see the market together more. Because he wanted to say yes, but he was also upset that he would just be proving Sixty right. So the end result was Nines' systems defaulting to the RK900's original plans for the week.

He reanalyzed the way Gavin's shoulders had slumped at the RK900’s clipped tone. Nines examined again that smile that no longer reached those gorgeous green eyes. The android then went over his current dilemma. He had enjoyed his time with the human and was not against having more time. In fact, it was a little startling how fast he was becoming attached to Gavin. The problem was this entire scenario was put together by Sixty and as much as Nines loved his brother he absolutely hated when Sixty put his head in everyone's business. That straitjacket idea Gavin had suggested was looking very appealing. And then Nines' thoughts were back on Gavin.

“I thought you were taking the week off?” North said, interrupting Nines with a flick to his forehead.

Nines lightly glared at the Jericho security leader who was sitting on his desk in front of him. “I have work to do.”

“Nope,” North stated, staring Nines down with no fear. “You're going to tell me how your date went.”

“It was not a date,” Nines protested.

“Oh really?” North brushed her signature braid back. “So you just normally have soft eyes and are absolutely not distracted by this human you're daydreaming about?”

“I am not daydreaming,” Nines said.

“Nines,” North laughed. “I walked in and sat on your desk and you still didn't notice me. You have a thing for this human.”

“I do not have any sort of thing with Gavin,” Nines said defensively.

“But you want to,” North guessed. “I don't understand why some of you have a thing for humans, but I haven't seen you distracted like this before.”

Sighing in defeat Nines held up his hand, letting the synthetic skin pull back and expose his black chassis. North reached out her own hand and accepted the interface request. It was not that Nines felt incapable of explaining the situation, he was just too tired of his own thoughts to try verbal communication. He quickly showed her what happened at the market. To North's credit, she did not directly laugh at him, though her amusement was obvious.

“You certainly have a situation,” North agreed. “But I have to ask you one thing, if that's okay?”

“Of course,” Nines said, anxious for some insight.

“Why are you letting Sixty dictate your relationships?” North asked.

“Exactly,” Nines said. “He seems to think he can just...”

“That's not what I mean,” North interrupted. “Don't get me wrong. Sixty is a gremlin who needs to be locked up every night. But you obviously like this guy. If you wanted a casual fling you wouldn’t be so worked up about this. So why are you letting your annoyance with Sixty ruin a relationship before it even happens, just because Sixty suggested it.”

North looked victoriously smug when Nines did not respond. She had a point. Nines was looking for a real relationship, and he would never know if Gavin could become more if they never tried. Besides, it was not like Sixty's antics would be a surprise to Gavin since they already knew each other. The human was very familiar with the chaos of Sixty.

“Gavin suggested I make Sixty a straitjacket for Christmas,” Nines said, finding he wanted to share something about Gavin with his friend.

That got North to cackle loudly. “Okay, maybe this human is all right enough. Because I am absolutely on board with that idea.” The Jericho leader pulled the tablet out of Nines's hand and tilted her head toward the door. “I believe you're off for the next week and I think I heard they needed help down at the market.”

“Thank you,” Nines said, accepting the push he needed as he grabbed his white coat and marched out the door.

----

Part of the attraction of Chen Crafts was crafters working on something throughout the week. This was really the only time in the year that Gavin did carvings and etchings and fine detail work. He liked to lose himself in the process of creating something with emotion. This year he had brought three thick rounds cut from a fallen tree. He really had no plans initially, but the reminder of his singleness yesterday certainly helped inspire his current work.

Gavin leaned over the wood panel, staring through his glasses at what he had carved so far. He licked his lips, getting a slight taste of sawdust and smiled as he lifted the small hand tool to add just a little more shape. It was a stylized human heart, only it was cracked and falling apart.

The heart was missing pieces, it was leaking and small veins fought to keep what was left of the heart together. Visually it not the next Manfred, and people might not understand what exactly Gavin was making or even going for with this artwork. That was not the purpose of this kind of art. Gavin created, and people could either love it or hate it. He was not making this for anyone but for himself, to put thoughts into physical form.

Gavin looked forward to carefully staining the wood. Maybe some natural cedar, redwood, or mahogany for the heart and the blood. The veins that were struggling to hold the heart together he would do with blue. Maybe a worn navy color or a vintage aqua. He would have to look through his stains in his garage to see what he had on hand. There should also be some scrap of this same wood that he could test the stain on first. After all, stains could look different depending on the wood type.

“Soo, how’d things go with tall, dark and handsome yesterday?” Tina asked, leaning over Gavin’s shoulder.

“What?” Gavin put down his tools and pulled out his earbuds.

“Sixty sent me a picture of your date yesterday,” Tina explained, pulling up the red scarf around her neck.

“I don’t think it was a date,” Gavin sighed, stretching out the stiffness in his neck. “Sixty just asked me to show his brother around a little.”

“And?”

“And what?” Gavin snapped.

“Sooo, how'd it go?” Tina demanded.

“How'd you think it went?” Gavin sighed. “He was fucking hot and I'm not. I'm not exactly suave or charming. I mean, just look at the fact that my best relationship...”

“No,” Tina snapped. At the same time her youngest brother, who was carving a little dog figure, threw a rag at Gavin’s head. “Thank you Drew. Now, Gav, we've been over this before. Just because it was your longest relationship does not mean it was your best.”

“Which says something if that is the best I...”

“Tsk, tsk, tsk,” Tina hissed at him. “That scumbag used you as his in-between. He refused to come to the market, claiming that he hated markets, then as soon as he breaks up with you he's here on someone else's arm loudly saying how much he loves the winter market. And don't even get me started on how many times you took him back.”

“I know,” Gavin sighed. She was right. Everyone had been right about Mark. Even knowing how bad his ex was, Gavin had still been fooled into thinking Mark had changed. It was frustrating, because part of the problem was that Gavin was lonely, and Mark somehow always showed up after Gavin had a break-up. Poor Tina had dealt with Gavin’s heart being broken by Mark one too many times. “That relationship isn’t healthy and I deserve better. It’s just, he’s the only one who comes back; which isn’t really high praise I’ll admit.”

“Gav, he is not going to hurt you again. I'm serious,” Tina said sternly. “If he shows up this year and tries to pull you I will kick his ass.”

“Okay,” Gavin said sighed. “Can we just not talk about him now?”

“Gavin,” Drew looked up from his carving and decided to add to the discussion. “Mark is a bitch.”

“Andrew,” Tina gasped in mock horror. “Language. Now I must cover Gavin's delicate ears and holy fuck! Gavin! Your ears are freezing. Where is your hat?”

“Uh, forgot it,” Gavin shrugged.

“And your gloves. Your fingers look ready to fall off.”

“Ruined my last pair of those,” Gavin admitted.

“But you could at least have a hat on,” Tina chided. “Your ears are growing icicles. They say that most of a person's body heat is lost through their head. So at least wear a hat.”

“It's no big deal,” Gavin said. “I'm sure I'll find it eventually.”

“Eventually,” Tina playfully shoved Gavin. “When will that be? When your ears fall off?”

“Might I suggest an alternative?” a rich voice interrupted causing the humans to jump in surprise.

Gavin blinked in disbelief as Nines stood in front of the table, holding out a winter hat for Gavin. It was a brown knit cap with scruffy cat ears attached. It kind of looked like an alley cat got in a fight as the knitted ears looked scarred and bitten. Gavin loved it, mostly because Nines was holding it out for him.

“Ha! That is so you, Gavin,” Tina smiled brightly while Drew tried to smother his laughter.

“Yeah, yeah,” Gavin blushed, but he still took the hat and put it on. It had a soft lining and his cold stung ears were starting to feel better. “Thanks Nines. I thought you weren't going to be here.”

“Originally I wasn't,” Nines admitted. “But I am now off for the week. And Jerrod has informed me that he likes the live craftsman table you have here and has now assigned me to sit and create for the rest of the winter market.”

“Sorry?” Gavin said hesitantly.

“Do not be,” Nines assured with a smirk. “I find it quite pleasant. However, the hat is not why I came over here. You offered to show me more of the market yesterday. Does that offer still stand?”

“Yes,” Tina interrupted as she began pulling Gavin to his feet. “He is absolutely free and single.”

“Especially the single part,” Drew chimed in, teasing his honorary older brother.

“Tina! Drew!” Gavin flailed. “I can speak for myself. Yes, I'm good. To walk around the market. With you. Stop laughing you fucking Chens. Let's go Nines.”

Gavin was never going to live this down. At least Nines looked amused as they began to walk away from the stall. Even if it was just friendship or pity in the end, Gavin would happily take it. Nines actually came back to talk to the scruffy human. It made the cold melt away as a cheerful warmth spread through his body.

----

This was too easy. There was no way it was supposed to feel this easy. Nines had tried many relationships since his activation, and not once had it felt as natural as it felt to be walking and talking with Gavin. He had heard and read about some people just clicking, as it were, with someone as if they were old friends. Nines never thought he would experience that himself. Especially with a human.

Yet, here he was not regretting one moment of coming back. The moment he had arrived, he had noticed Gavin’s cold ears and immediately found a hat that he could give Gavin. Just as a sort of thank you gift, Nines tried to convince himself. His processors lit up at the smile on Gavin’s face, and The RK900 was aware of the smile on his own.

His systems were carefully cataloging everything he was learning about Gavin and it still did not feel like enough. Duplicate information was welcomed instead of immediately disposed. Nines really had no other choice but to accept the plain and simple truth that he was attracted to Gavin. That knowledge was almost frightening as Nines was trying to process how to proceed.

The next logical step would be to admit his attraction to Gavin and ask the human on a date. However, his systems also informed him that some humans found that to be moving too fast and would recoil from the relationship. Nines did not want to risk that. There was also the possibility that once they moved on from light topics of conversation that this developing relationship could crumble. Perhaps these casual meet ups for the duration of the winter market would be best. If Nines was truly still entranced by the human than he would ask Gavin on a date at the end of the event.

“I love how creative people can be,” Gavin said as they stopped to examine a variety of glass blown ornaments. “Wait, scratch that. I love it when people create something good.”

“I'm not sure I follow?” Nines confessed.

“In my line of work, I deal with a lot of people coming up with creative ways to cause trouble, or try to get out of trouble,” Gavin explained.

“Ah, I see now,” Nines nodded. “Like Sixty choosing to put eyeball stickers on everything.”

“I knew that was him,” Gavin laughed. “At least that is harmless and Six will stop his shit if asked. I'm meaning the psychos who try to creatively get away with theft, drugs and murder.”

“Drugs don't seem particularly creative.”

“Wait until you have to find hiding places,” Gavin chuckled. “Once caught a guy who had buried his drugs in grandma's ashes. Caught him because he forgot to seal the bags and they all spilled out. He was carrying the urn around a furniture store high as a kite trying to find something that could help him sift grandma out of his drugs and himself.”

“I'm afraid Jericho Emergency Services does not get stories involving drug filled urns,” Nines chuckled. “However, I did get an incident involving an android trying to use a stun baton as a personal pleasure item.”

Gavin's laughter was contagious and soon the two were sharing stories of strange occurrences that they had attended. By the time they returned back to their own stalls, the android pointed out that they had yet to see the entire market and should probably try again tomorrow. Nines could not suppress the smile on his face when Gavin agreed.

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The next day was just as pleasant as the previous one. Nines completed his scarf for Connor and began one for Sixty. The RK900 wanted to make something for Gavin, but he felt he wanted a little more information to help decide on a pattern. Though, Nines was sending amused messages with North as she had gotten Simon to help her get a group to find a straitjacket that could actually contain Sixty and not just act as a cheap costume. Knowing Sixty, he was going to love it.

Once again, the two men failed to see any more of the market that day. Like the android, Gavin seemed content with just trying out more market food and finding a place to talk. It was an unspoken understanding that actually seeing the entirety of the winter market would signal an end to the casual nature of their current outings. They would be forced to put what was developing between them to words. So, for now they just enjoyed the moment.

Well, the android tried. Nines kept getting an alert from his system that someone attending the market was staring at them. It was annoying to have his systems be on alert from the person's constant staring. The dark haired man did not show up in any database with a criminal record, so Nines did not see a need to bring this to the attention of Gavin. There were many reasons this human could be staring. Most of the time their dark eyes were fixed on Gavin, though they would occasionally look at Nines with a sneer. The RK900 came to the conclusion that this person was vehemently against android-human relationships. Not that he and Gavin had more than a friendship right now. Unfortunately.

Nines had heard before, from Connor and Sixty, how Gavin had been aggressive and angry toward androids at the time of the revolution. However, both RK800s had repeatedly used Gavin as an example when arguing with others about how humans can change if given the chance. North had not been too thrilled at advocating for more patience with humans in the beginning, but it seemed hard to argue with Connor's and Sixty's results within the DPD. If this human who was glaring at them was still upset than that was on them and Nines would just ignore them. No need to give them any attention that they might try to use to justify their hatred.

Gavin and Nines returned to their respective stalls with a promise to look through more of the market tomorrow again. They had managed to only see a few more stalls and still had plenty more to see. Nines had even seen a few things that he wanted to check again for potential gifts for the Jericho leaders. The RK900 happily occupied himself with his current craft of designing gloves for Gavin. The android had observed the human did not wear gloves and his fingers always looked reddened with cold. The gloves would have to keep Gavin's hands warm while also not getting in the way of his work. Currently Nines was not satisfied with any of his ideas. Well, he did like his idea of holding Gavin's hands and warming them up that way, but Nines had yet to gain the courage to do such a thing.

When the market closed for the night, Nines helped Jerrad and Jeremy secure everything for the evening. The market had hired security and cameras, but all the crafters still packed up and secured their crafts in large containers or just taking everything home with them. The two Jerry androids were chatting excitedly about their day, alternating between verbal words and speaking on their own internal network. It was pleasant to hear them enjoying their time selling at the market, even if Nines was missing part of the conversation. He did not mind though, because his attention was truly focused elsewhere.

Nines kept the Chen crafters in his periphery and found their boisterous teasing, and familial bonds to be very nice. Especially when Gavin laughed. The RK900 sighed, admitting again that he was still quite interested in Gavin Reed. It was frustrating how social modules seemed to do him no good in deciding how to proceed with the human. Nines decided to just blame it on his prototype nature. That was what Sixty always did, and Nines was still half blaming his brother for the current social stress.

Nines watched as various people split up in the parking lot and headed toward their cars. Gavin said good night to the Chens and went to the left, while Tina and her sister went to the right. In the middle, Nines saw Sixty and Connor. The android suppressed an eye roll as he saw Sixty and Connor both waiting for him with Sixty’s car. Sixty was currently wearing a winter hat that had a bright red mohawk sewn onto it. Connor was dressed in his usually snappy attire that included a dark grey trench coat.

The Jerry’s had originally offered to give Nines a ride when they learned that the RK900 had been taking a taxi back and forth from the market. Now, though, Jerrad was letting Nines know that he saw the RK800s had shown up and was glad Nines had a ride. Nines wondered if he had only himself to blame for this situation. He had been ignoring most of Sixty’s prying questions. It was unsurprising that his brother had caught up to him. Not to mention that he had dragged Connor along.

“I said I did not need a ride,” Nines stated, glaring at his brothers.

“No,” Sixty shrugged innocently. “You told me to stop bothering you while you were at the market. Well, the market’s over. How are things with Gavin?”

“Sixty,” Connor sighed. “At least ask him how he is enjoying his first winter.”

“Okay. How’s your first winter market with Gavin?”

Nines leveled an unimpressed stare at Sixty while Connor just shook his head. Still, it was not that Nines wanted to deny future winters with Gavin. Once again, the RK900 was struck by the realization that when it came to Gavin, the android thought of a future with the human. It was just Sixty, and as much as his brother could be called a gremlin, Sixty's core was good. Nines was grateful that Sixty cared in his own fashion.

“Sixty,” Connor spoke up. “Just because you've been successful in getting some people in SWAT dates doesn't mean everyone has to go along with it.”

“It's been nice,” Nines finally said.

“That's great,” Connor immediately perked up. It was obvious the older RK800 was just as nosy about the situation. “You actually looked really happy when you were headed out here.”

“The Jerrys had offered me a ride already,” Nines said, looking at Sixty. “There was no need to come.”

“But you weren't answering me,” Sixty pouted dramatically.

“Nines,” Tina called out as she ran up to the RKs. “You better go get your man before I murder a mother fucker.”

“What did Gavin do?” Sixty asked curiously.

“Not Gavin, Mark, his fucking ex,” Tina huffed as she pointed across the sea of parked cars.

Nines's blue eyes followed her finger and it felt like his thirium pump was being squeezed as he saw a tall man with dark hair trying to talk to Gavin. It was the same man who had been staring at them earlier in the market. Gavin's smile at Mark looked polite, forced even. Gavin looked a little uncomfortable, nervous as Mark continued to follow the smaller man toward his car.

“Mark's the worst,” Tina's voice reached Nines's ears. “He's charming and manipulative. The kind of guy who only uses. Asshole manages to intimidate Gavin into taking him back if he ever gets Gavin alone. It's why the coward won't try approaching Gavin at the market anymore. But as soon as he has what he wants, or he thinks he found someone better, he dumps Gavin and makes it seem like it's Gavin's fault.”

“So, this Mark guy is free game?” Sixty asked, eyeing the man like he was prey.

“Sixty, no,” Connor sighed.

“Sixty, yes,” Tina answered. “Ruin the bastard. He once broke up with Gavin claiming that it was Gavin's fault because he never called Mark about missing a date. Gavin was in fucking surgery after getting stabbed and Mark knew it. Little bitch broke up with Gavin while he was still off his rocker on pain meds. Chris was there and now even Chris hates Mark.”

“Sixty, yes,” Connor finally agreed, knowing how difficult it was to get Chris Miller to hate anyone. “Nines why... oh, he's already gone.”

Nines had kept his ear on the conversation, but immediately started walking toward Gavin and Mark as soon as Tina started describing Mark as manipulative. From the distance, it was obvious to Nines that Gavin was trying to convince Mark to go but Mark was ignoring the smaller man's wishes. He was getting closer and could finally pick up some of the words being exchanged between the two and watched as Gavin was becoming more uneasy and insecure. When Mark snatched the cat-eared hat off Gavin's head and held it above the shorter man, Nines had to make a conscious effort to keep his combat protocols from running as he sprinted over.

----

Gavin was having the best week of his life. He was enjoying the market with the hottest man alive, his broken heart carving looked good and the staining was done, and just in general Gavin was feeling on top of the world. His only concern right now was that he had no idea what to do with his other two wood rounds.

He hefted the box that carried his market project toward his car after he said goodnight to Tina and her sister. Gavin even stole one last glance at Nines. As soon as those stunning blue eyes connected with his, Gavin turned away. He was glad the scruffy cat hat kept his ears hidden as he was certain they were turning red. Looking forward to tomorrow, Gavin headed toward his car. There was some slush in the parking lot and Gavin walked carefully. His mind was distracted with thoughts of a tall, dark haired man with beautiful blue eyes.

“Gavvy, babe, I missed you,” a voice right behind Gavin interrupted his thoughts and he whirled around.

“Mark?” Gavin said in surprise, unable to stop the nervous smile on his face. “What are you doing here?”

It had been a few months since he last saw Mark. Gavin was secretly glad that he had Tina on the phone at the time. Mark always seemed to make his head swim, and not always in a good way. The man was tall, with dark hair and dark eyes. He was lean and handsome with a smile that once made Gavin's stomach flip-flop. Or it used to. Right now Gavin felt uncomfortable and he was disappointed it was not a tall, blue eyed man behind him.

“I missed you, baby,” Mark grinned, pleased that Gavin had stopped walking. “I just can't keep away from you.”

“Mark,” Gavin said, looking down at his box. His smile remained on his face to try to mask his nervousness. “That's not what you said last time.”

“I was upset,” Mark sighed. “You should have known better. You always do that Gavvy.”

“What? No. I...” Gavin bit his lip and finally tuned around, deciding he should just walk away this time. He did not need people to always rescue him from his ex. “Mark, I'm not going to talk with you here.”

“Good call, baby,” Mark said. “It's cold. Let's go back to your place.”

“No,” Gavin tried to sound firm, but he kept his eyes on his car. “Mark we aren't talking at all.”

“Well, I did want to talk to you and tell you how much I think of you,” Mark purred out. “We can go straight to the fun if you want. I know just how to touch you.”

Gavin shivered at that, because Mark knew Gavin's body very well. He never listened to the shorter man in the moment, but he knew how to touch Gavin and make it hard for Gavin to protest anything. Letting Mark get close to him would be a bad idea. Gavin could already feel his body conflicting with his mind. His body was reacting to Mark out of habit, but his heart actually wanted someone else.

“No,” Gavin's voice wavered as he unlocked his dark blue jeep and opened the trunk, putting the box inside. “Mark, I'm not interested. I have someone else.”

Mark casually leaned against the driver's side door, forcing Gavin to walk up to him. “Oh, yeah, I saw,” Mark chuckled. “Tall, dark hair. I see you can't get over me either.”

“That's not it,” Gavin said. He had a type, yes, but that type was not because of Mark. “Nines is nothing like you.”

“Gavvy, baby,” Mark laughed menacingly. “It's a fucking android. If I'm the only human who will have you then what makes you think an android would ever want you? You're lucky I like you so much, babe. Whenever you don't have me around you just end up alone. No one else wants someone like you.”

Gavin's stomach turned as he looked away in shame. Mark had a point. Gavin's only real consistent relationship had been Mark. Mark always came back to him. It never mattered how many times Gavin tried finding a new relationship. The other person would always get fed up with him after a short time and Mark would always show up and be a rebound for Gavin.

It would probably end the same with Nines. Nines was fucking perfect. He would probably tire of Gavin after the market. There would be no dates afterwards no matter how much Gavin daydreamed. Nines would probably laugh at him or ghost him.

Gavin shook his head and held his keys in his hand. No. That was not the feeling he got from Nines. That was what Mark did. Still, the doubt was oozing its way through. He knew he had to get away from Mark now.

“Mark, I'm leaving,” Gavin whispered, trying to pull open the car door that Mark was leaning against. “Please leave me alone right now.”

“Aww, baby, don't say that,” Mark reached over and pulled the cat-eared hat off Gavin's head. Gavin squeaked in protest and tried to get the hat that was now being held above his head. “It's your fault you're upset right now. But I can help you feel better.”

Gavin tried to get the hat back, but Mark's long arms held it out of reach. Unwilling to lose the hat that Nines had given him, Gavin stepped against Mark and stood on his tiptoes, trying to reach. Immediately Mark took advantage of the situation, pushing Gavin off balance and pinning the shorter man against the car. Keys clattered to the ground and Gavin felt his heart hammering against his chest as he froze in place.

Give him a crazy suspect with a weapon and Gavin knew how to react. Whenever Mark was involved, though, Gavin felt stupid and helpless. His words were caught in his throat as he tried to protest while Mark leered over him. In the past, Gavin would just have given in and let Mark kiss him. Past Gavin would look up at those dark eyes and let them consume him because it was easier, even knowing that he would get hurt in the end. He blinked slowly as he realized those eyes getting closer were not blue. This was not Nines. This was not what Gavin wanted.

“What do you think you're doing?” Mark growled in his ear after Gavin turned his head at the last moment.

“Let me go.” Gavin wished his voice sounded louder and more confident.

“Why should I?” Mark demanded.

“Because he asked,” came the sharp response from behind Mark.

Nines grabbed Mark's hand; his iron grip pulled the man away. The brown hat was rescued and Gavin found the protective body of Nines between him and Mark. It was like a hypnotic spell had been broken and Gavin slumped against his car. Shakily he bent down and found his keys while Nines and Mark stared at each other.

“This isn't your fucking business,” Mark snarled, his handsome face turning ugly with hate.

“I suggest you leave,” Nines said, his voice clipped and sharp.

Gavin took a deep breath, ignoring Mark's reply. It was nice, having Nines come to his rescue. It was also embarrassing that he was this pathetic. He did not want Nines getting hurt because of him and Gavin knew how Mark got. Making a split second decision, Gavin shoved his car keys into Nines's hands.

“Come on, let's just go,” Gavin told the android.

Gavin took advantage of the surprise from both men to run around the jeep and dive into the passenger seat, locking that door. He buried his head in his hands, ignoring a yell and a thump of someone being pushed against another car. Then the driver's side door opened and Gavin looked over just enough to see that it was Nines who was starting the car and driving out of the parking lot. Only then did he breathe a sigh of relief and dread.

This was shaping up be the worst week he could imagine. Gavin had spent several days trying to be just normal and nice. He really had been hoping that he never made a fool of himself in front of Nines. Well, that was all out the window now. The android probably would never trust Gavin to be competent and capable of anything after that display. Gavin could just imagine everything that would be said if Mark was the person in the driver seat.

----

Nines felt no guilt about pushing Mark over the hood of another car when the man had tried to grab Gavin again. The RK900 now struggled with what to say as he watched the human curl in on himself. It was clear that Gavin felt humiliated about what had happened. Nines did not like that. At least he had the confidence in knowing that Sixty would enact some sort of revenge. For all his brother's antics, Sixty was quite protective of his close friends. That meant that Nines could focus on the human next to him.

“Are you all right, Gavin?” Nines asked, wincing internally when his voice came out in a clipped tone.

“What?” Gavin looked surprised, as if he was not expecting that question from the android.

“Are you hurt?” Nines asked, making sure he spoke gently.

“No,” Gavin sighed. “Thank you. Sorry for the trouble.”

“It was no trouble,” Nines stated firmly.

“Just a little pathetic,” Gavin chuckled bitterly. “I, uh, should probably give you directions to my house. We're actually going the wrong way.”

“Sixty has informed me that Tina says you are to be brought to her parents’ house,” Nines said.

“Fuck, this just keeps getting better,” Gavin said sarcastically.

“Is that a problem?” Nines wondered.

“No, no,” Gavin assured. “I'm just kind of a mess mentally. No one should have to deal with my chaos just because I can't.”

“That is what people do when they care,” Nines pointed out. When all he got was a grunt in reply, the RK900 continued to speak. “I use to constantly get attention from AP700s. I felt desired and valued. I was very newly activated and did not realize the polarizing opinions that AP700s from Cyberlife Tower held.”

“What was it?” Gavin asked, grateful for a different subject.

“Most were not actually interested in me,” Nines admitted. “Many are obsessed with Connor as the hero who liberated them. Just as many irrationally despise Sixty as the one who tried to keep them enslaved. However, Connor and Sixty stand together and both refuse to entertain either side.”

“And you got caught in the middle,” Gavin guessed.

“Yes,” Nines admitted. “It was...frustrating to realize I was a means to an end rather than the relationship I thought was there.”

Gavin nodded in understanding and Nines found he actually felt better with vocalizing some of his early life to Gavin. He felt comfortable and hoped that Gavin felt the same. The human's vitals had indeed leveled out and Nines felt more relaxed himself.

“The charming asshole you met was Mark, my ex,” Gavin explained. “He, yeah, so he and I have had an on and off relationship, or some kind of fucking relationship for years. He never listens, and I convince myself he cares. I mean he must have, at some point. Maybe not. Fuck, I'm rambling again.”

“I don't mind,” Nines assured. “If you don't want me to respond or listen, just tell me.”

Gavin laughed and the sound was bright, warming up the car. “Thanks. I tend to do one of two things when I get worked up about something: I either go completely silent and focus so much I ignore the world, or I'm a rambling mess that can't get anything done. There is no in-between. I just spiral out of control one way or another.”

Nines found his body lighting up with fondness at learning more about Gavin. “I am inclined toward defaulting to my base programming when caught off guard or overwhelmed. Which results in me saying things I did not intend in a way that may make matters worse.”

“No shit,” Gavin said. “Is that when you get all stiff and everything?”

“Correct,” Nines confirmed, feeling pleasant at the realization that Gavin had been attentive enough to notice.

They ended up parked outside the Chen home, but they remained in the idling car. While at the market their conversations had been light hearted, but here they held deep conversations as they shared their histories with each other. At some point Connor and Sixty arrived with Tina, but they went in the house and gave Gavin and Nines more time alone.

It was not until after Gavin went inside and the RKs got in Sixty's car, that Nines realized that he and Gavin had still neglected to define their relationship. There was no denying that something was there, and several hours of deep conversation only had them feeling closer. Nines smiled fondly to himself as he thought about how he felt more free than ever before, after opening up to Gavin. His human was good no matter his past, and he made Nines feel the same way.

Connor and Sixty found themselves subjected to a deluge of verbal and cybernetic information about Gavin on the drive home. They did not seem to mind.

Chapter Text

Gavin was inspired. He and Nines had talked for hours last night and they had also sat quietly in the car listening to music and feeling comfortable in the silence of each other’s company. It was not light conversations they had either. There was some serious soul searching on both sides and Gavin had shared secrets he rarely told anyone. He was safe with Nines. Knowing the RK900 would never use those words against him was almost intoxicating.

Damn, Gavin was in love. He said so as soon as he entered the Chen house last night. Tina had apparently told everyone about Mark so the entire family had waited up to support Gavin as needed. This support was why he considered the Chens his only family. It was well past midnight when Gavin and Nines finally finished talking. Or rather, Nines realized that Gavin was drained from the day and insisted on the human getting rest so they could talk more tomorrow at the market.

Graciously, no one brought up Mark. Everyone seemed happy that Gavin only wanted to talk about Nines and even humored Gavin as he informed them about how great Nines was for the umpteenth time. As soon as the RKs left, Gavin had immediately started telling them about how amazing Nines was. How Nines felt like the one for Gavin and he was terrified of screwing it up. He had a hard time sleeping that night as his incident with Mark was overridden by daydreams of Nines.

Honestly, Gavin had no idea where he and Nines stood when it came to a relationship. He just knew that he was head over heels for the man, hoping that he did not ruin anything. What that meant for them as a potential couple was a mystery, though. It was an unfortunate fact in life that Gavin was quite bad at defining relationships, and even worse at bringing up the topic with a potential partner. At this point, though, Gavin had warned Tina that Nines was in the running for the position of Gavin's best friend.

“He better be,” was all Tina said.

At the market, Gavin bent over the wood, zoning out the world as he lost himself to the focus of the grain. He switched tools easily as he began to etch in the relief. He was glad that Mama Chen was managing the wares of the booth, because that allowed Gavin the freedom to ignore customers as well as not being constantly pestered about Nines. In the back of his mind he knew people were stopping to watch him, but he was able to let that knowledge pass by him as his only focus was the work of wood he hovered over.

The shape of a cracked and shattered thirium pump began to form. A broken android heart, leaking thirium and missing pieces. What was left of the pump was barely being held together with wires. Gavin was going to have to buy a bunch of blue wood stains to find what would look best, but a blue grey like sun washed blue would probably be a good start for the casing that supported the part of the pump that held the thirium. Of course, a nice red for the wires.

By the time Gavin finished, the cracked thirium pump carved into the wood had one piece falling that looked like it was barely being kept from shattering by the tangle of wires. He had also missed his usual break walk around with Nines. Gavin's hands froze and he looked up, seeing that it was approaching dusk. Shit. He had missed his not quite a date with Nines. Fuck. Had the android tried to come over and Gavin had just ignored him? They had such a great talk last night, and here Gavin was fucking everything up.

Gavin set his tools down and jumped to his feet. His legs nearly buckled underneath him and his ass ached from sitting in the wooden chair all day. His green eyes looked over at the stall across the way and his heart sank as he realized Nines was not there. Jerrad was cheerfully helping someone pick out a crazy hat, but Gavin had no idea where Nines was. The RK900 had said he was looking forward to today, and Gavin had promised he would actually walk around the market at lunch.

Gavin groaned and leaned over the worktable, staring blankly at his work. He was proud of it. It was not often he got so consumed by an idea that it was all he could think about, let alone actually get the idea on wood. It actually looked incredible.

The problem was he ended up neglecting the people around him when he got wrapped up in something. It was why Gavin had a hard time with relationships. Not only were his hours chaotic as a detective, but he then would often spend time just relaxing in his garage gluing and turning wood. It was no wonder his relationships always fell apart. Gavin had to be a truly arrogant asshole for even considering asking Nines out on a real date. The android could clearly do way better than someone like Gavin.

“Are you all right, Gavin?” A rich voice interrupted the human's spiraling thoughts.

Gavin raised his head to find Nines placing down a steaming cup with some sort of holiday brew in it. The android also placed down a plate that had the same breads, jams, and cheeses that they had sampled together on the first day of the festival. Nines grabbed a nearby stool and sat himself down next to the table.

“Gavin?” Nines questioned again, though the worry was also laced with nervousness.

Gavin realized he had been so stunned he neglected to answer, and he could see Tina laughing at him instead of helping the customer. She must have come in the afternoon and Gavin missed that completely too. After a few words, the customer looked over at Gavin and he realized he was very much being made fun of. He was going to have to kill Tina later.

“Fine,” Gavin finally said, his voiced coming out louder and higher pitched than he meant. He ignored Tina and the customer laughing as he cleared his throat. “I'm perfectly fine. Sorry. I forgot our lunch break. I have no excuse. I'm stupid and space out on things like that. I'm so sorry. I...”

“Gavin,” Nines interrupted, taking a sip from his own warm cup. “It's quite all right. I enjoyed watching you so absorbed in your craft. I would have continued to watch, but Tina suggested you needed to eat something. I must apologize for not noticing sooner. I could not take my eyes off your face.”

Gavin nearly choked on his drink, his face possibly turning a shade of red that he could not blame on the cold. Nines had apparently enjoyed all day just staring at him. No one had ever said that before. Tina had even convinced Nines to get him food. So, maybe he would not kill Tina later. Gavin looked over at the android who, while he had sounded confident, looked a little nervous while he waited for Gavin to respond.

“Thanks,” Gavin smiled shyly.

He looked down at the plate of food that was next to the piece of wood Gavin had obsessed over all day. Nines's long fingers delicately traced the edges of the carved wires that held the broken thirium pump together. There was something between them, and Gavin knew they needed to discuss it soon. He liked Nines, a lot. Fuck. Gavin had never fallen so hard before. Which is why he did not want to leave whatever was happening in limbo. It was not fair to either of them.

“So, I'll be staining it with blues and the wires will be red,” Gavin stated, trying to think of a way to broach the topic. “Kind of the opposite of the other one.”

Nines turned his grey eyes towards the stained carving of the broken human heart. “They certainly go together,” the android murmured as he traced the human heart relief.

Gavin could stare at those eyes and long fingers all day.

----

Nines needed to say something. Not because of any social module or protocol was directing him to, but because he needed to hear it. He realized he was no longer content to just wait for the end of the market. His sensors had already told him many times over that Gavin had an attraction to him, but Nines had learned the hard way that physical attraction did not always mean romantic attraction.

Nines was positive that he had more than a physical attraction to Gavin, and vice versa. The RK900's scanners had already cataloged Gavin's face. Yet Nines had spent the entire day just watching. Every little movement was carefully recorded and added to an ever growing file on Gavin. Even when information was repeated it still did not feel like there was enough.

Data could not accurately capture how Nines felt content just watching Gavin work. Images could not truly capture how Gavin's smile made Nines happy. Video was a poor substitute for hearing Gavin's laugh in the moment. Nines was smitten, plain and simple. No matter how much he had of Gavin, he wanted more.

“So fuckin' hot,” Gavin sighed.

Nines looked up, surprised. He had made sure the drink was not too hot so that Gavin would be able to drink it without burning himself. Had he miscalculated? Nines realized quickly that Gavin was not even touching the drink. Instead those gorgeous green eyes were staring at Nines.

Gavin blinked, suddenly becoming aware that he had spoken out loud and that Nines had heard him. Judging by the laughter behind them, Tina Chen had heard as well. Gavin's face turned even redder than the nip of cold and his chilled hand presented his middle finger to his friend.

“Well, uh,” Gavin stammered. “Aww, fuck it. Well, I like you Nines. I think you're hot and you seem pretty awesome. I want to see if we can have more than just a friendship, you know? And I kind of want to ask you out on a real date and not just an exploring the market kind of date. Not that what we've been doing were dates. I mean, they can be if you want them to be but we never called them that so they don't have to be. If you want to. About dates. Fuck.”

Nines watched and felt all of his processors buzz in anticipation as Gavin was the first to verbally confess his desire for more in their budding relationship. It was unequivocally adorable the way Gavin rambled as he got nervous. Eventually, Gavin just gave up and buried his face in his hands, mumbling something to himself that most people might miss but Nines's advanced hearing was able to pick up.

“Stop now Gavin while you're so far behind you're running yourself over.”

“I'm not sure I understand running yourself over,” Nines confessed as he reached out and grabbed Gavin's hands. Those hands were absolutely freezing and Nines began to let his systems warm those chilled fingers. “I want more too. Even right now I'm thinking about how I want to see you more than just throughout the market.”

“Well, if you stick with me you'll end up seeing more winter markets,” Gavin teased as he stared at their joined hands.

“I've certainly been enjoying this one with you,” Nines smiled.

“You say that now, but I fuck up a lot. Me ignoring everything like I did today, I get caught up in stuff,” Gavin started speaking quickly, trying to twist away out of nervousness and misguided worry. “I'm pretty stupid at times and I work long hours and...”

Nines frowned as Gavin rambled again, only this time was not as adorable. He disliked how his human thought he needed to belittle himself. As if Gavin was preparing his heart for failure in case this relationship turned out like the rest. Gavin had explained last night his tendency to get wrapped up in a project, but it seemed the human was worried that Nines would have some sort of problem with that like others might have. With gentle fingers, Nines forced those lovely green eyes to look at him, effectively stopping Gavin's words.

“I am one of the most advanced androids in the world,” Nines said carefully. “I am constantly seeing and analyzing. If I still have not found a good enough reason to cease this relationship then there just is not one to be found and I believe there never will be. I find that I trust you with my core.”

“Really?” Gavin asked. “I mean, you’re amazing. Hot, and handsome, and sexy, and fucking cool, and perfect, and just everything.”

Gavin tried to wave his hands around in emphasis but failed because Nines captured them again. The android felt like his face might crack as he smiled as wide as his facial design allowed. It almost hurt but he could not stop the flurry of joy that seemed to run through the circuitry in his body. This human was his human, and he wanted it to be more.

“Yes,” Nines answered. “I find you to be the most attractive person I have ever been with. The more I learn about you, the more attractive you become. Which should be scientifically impossible and yet you achieve it.”

Laughter rolled off Gavin and he stood up, tugging lightly on Nine’s hands. “Well, we have about an hour before the market closes for the day. Want to go on a date and see what we can see?”

“Yes,” Nines huffed. “Though I did want to be the one to ask first.”

“Well, I guess you’ll have to try again tomorrow.”

----

At the end of the winter market, a booth that sold woodworking pieces displayed something that had been created during the market. Three round slabs of wood were carefully on display, the natural bark framing each piece. Two were broken hearts, one human and one android. Both were painted with stain in various blues and reds.

The final piece, the one in the middle of the display, was the most popular. The center held a carving of those two hearts filling in their missing pieces with each other. The veins from the human heart and the wires from the android thirium pump entwined with each other as they wrapped around the hearts, securely holding each other together. Surrounding the image was the words “together we make each other whole”.