Hawks is talking to his hero friends, sipping a fruity alcoholic drink. You're next to him, making a drink too. The cap of the rum is too tight for you to open. You glance to hawks, tugging on his sleeve of his turtle next black tight long sleeve shirt.

He looks at you in the corner of his eye, still talking to his friends. You hand him the bottle and he takes it nicely, looking at his friends, he keeps talking as he pops the cap off, handing it back to you, like it's nothing with a small "Here you go, Sweetheart." Before talking with his friends again, crossing his arms over his chest.

Hawks love language is acts of service and physical touch