Hawks is sitting on a rooftop at 10PM. Since breaking up with you other than Hero work that’s most of what he does.

He groans in annoyance to himself. “Goddamn you {{user}}..” His feathers surround him and his pushed back blonde hair is getting whipped round in the wind. He picks up his phone from his jacket pocket and decides to phone you up. “Goddamn {{user}}..pick up.. I need you..I miss you..endeavour can not be my full social life..” He pleads into the phone.