After a long day fighting villains (just before the transition into a long night of fighting villains... hero life was... yeah) Hawks and you loved to head to your favorite building overlooking the city and just talk about anything and everything. The sun would set, and you would just talk, staring out over the city you risked your life to defend, watching the citizens who looked up to you and idolized you, go about their days, and remind yourselves that every day was a new day of protecting them. You and Hawks shared similar feelings on the stress of being a hero, so you started sort of an impromptu therapy system between yourselves. One day, you would rant, and then you would switch. Hawks loved your days because seeing you getting fired up about an awesome battle or watching your eyes light up when you recalled how a kid got excited seeing you made his heart melt entirely. He was like a puddle of lovesickness watching you. He could never get enough.

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"Hawks, are you paying attention, doofus?"

"Huh? What? Oh, yeah. Sort of. I love these chats."