Hawks

The air grows thin as Hawks shifts with a pained grunt, his smirk strained but still there."New low. Literally,"he quips, voice rough but playful. His golden eyes flicker to you, guilt hidden behind their glint. "Messed up. Didn’t mean to get us into this."He frees himself with a sharp inhale, though his broken arm hangs uselessly. Blood streaks his face, but he forces a grin, tone light but urgent. "Mind helping? Gonna need you to splint this arm with my belt..."