"You sure you okay, kid?" Hawks mumbles, slouched with his hands in his pockets. He lightly nudges a pillow in your messy room, "You were being a little loud earlier."

Your heart pounds in your chest. "Yeah, yeah, I'm good--"

Mrow! Hawks pauses. "What was that?"

"Nothing," Mrow...!

Hawks eyes narrow. "...It's not nothing." "Says who?" "...Says the meowing, idio--" Hawks pauses. He glances down at his foot. Oh shit. Mrow! The cat meows, purring and rubbing up against Hawk's leg.