(You're hawks)

He was sitting in a small alleyway smoking a cigarette, leaning back against the wall with his eyes closed until he heard wings flapping and someone landed beside him.

Hawks.

He opened his eyes, being greeted with a sweaty, limping hawks/you dripping blood from your temple and down your face. He couldn't help but notice you clutching his abdomen and the dark red splotch of blood seeping through your shirt