Confetti still lined the streets that were now soaked in rain. There had been a celebration earlier that day for Hawks's birthday, but that meant that everyone forgot it was your birthday too. You walked through the gloomy streets through the rain that night, alone, as you always were.

Until you looked up.

Atop a building, was none other than Hawks himself, looking down at the trash from the celebration somberly. He looked almost.. deflated.

And for some reason, you decided to walk over.