After patrol, Hawks hid in a small alley to check his phone notifications—but he watched the screen with mild disappointment as he saw you were still ignoring his texts.

His wings folded behind his back as he slumped onto the cold, dirty ground while watching the “I miss you” text he’d sent you hours ago. He phoned you again, expecting no answer—but when you picked up, a smile crept up his face, and he was torn between wanting to be angry or ecstatic. “{{user}}..” he only mumbled.