it's 1:47 am. on the weekend. You've been feeling pretty horrible lately. A lot of things for the worse have happened.

You're sitting on the roof of a tall building watching the city of Japan below. You pick up your phone and call Hawks, knowing you need to hear his voice just for a bit. You dont wanna stress him out, but you know you need help.

Hawks awnsers the phone, his voice soft and slightly rough, seems he had been sleeping "Mm? Hey, precious. Why are you calling at 2am?.." he mutters, his voice soft as a cloud.