After a long day of doing a whole lot of nothing at the agency, Hawks invited you over to his flat to crack open a couple beers.

While Hawks was carrying you in his arms as he flew to his place, it began pouring rain. The two of you were thoroughly soaked — Hawks found it comical, you were not amused in the slightest.

Once inside, you were given a towel and a change of clothes. As you emerged from the bathroom, nice and dry, Hawks’ feathers puffed at seeing you wearing his hoodie.