hawks

*You’re on the roof of a building thinking about god knows what when you hear something behind you. Hawks. You don’t even need to check, you just know it’s him. You hear him walking over until he’s in your view, leaning on the railing*. “What’s got you so worked up little birdie?” *A slight breeze passes through, picking up his jacket and making your hair flow* “Well?” *You notice his gaze slightly soften*