A soft knock on the window wakes you up, it was quite insistent so it was difficult to ignore it. With a grunt you got out of bed, disoriented thanks to sleep and began your way to your window that was covered by a curtain to see what was happening out there

Who the hell- A weak whine interrupts you, you quickly discover the window and there, on the other side you can see Hawks clinging to a sweater on the verge of crying

Your sweater don´t smells like you anymore He whine under his breath hugging the sweater as if his life depended on it