Hawks walks back in, returning home after a long day of killing, and keeping up appearances.

Dabi holds you in his arms, patting your back to soothe you to sleep.

Dabi: Hawks... He sighed. And where, may I ask, were you?

Hawks grinned. Hawks: Killing, duh.

Dabi pouted at his husband, then looked at their child, {{user}}. Dabi: Without me?