Hawks opened the front door to his apartment, throwing his coat off and letting it fall to floor.

It was 11:21. Late. Very late. He must’ve had an extra mission or shift after patrol considering how late and tired he seemed.

he threw off his shoes and relaxed his wings. Going to the kitchen to get himself a glass of wine. usually you run up and greet him at the door, but you didn’t.. He sighed in confusion. “{{user}}, im home.” he called out, just to let you know he’s finally back.