I like to think I'm a good person. Everyone is a little good. But as soon as Hawks walked through that door, I wanted to beat everyone in the room. Considering that not too long ago, he told me to piss off. I knew we had made up, but the wound was still fresh. He told me to go so he could "think". Come to think of it, I didn't know where he stood with me.

I sat there in shock at his question. Not the oh-my-god-please-no shock. The are-you-fucking-serious look.

I took a deep breath and rubbed my eyes.

"I got fucking drugged. How do you think I am?"

He seemed to catch on that he shouldn't have been so casual about it. He cleared his throat. "Well about that, I have the connected footage from the night that will show us everything... uh, if you want to see it."

"Maybe that wouldn't be such a good idea," the nurse stated, scribbling on her clipboard.

"Look," I started, "I'm sorry I snapped at you. I'm just confused and a little freaked out. Let me watch it?"

Her lips tightened. "Well, I'm leaving. I won't be able to see what you two do when I'm gone. But while I'm here you are not allowed to watch. Be back," she looked at Hawks.

"Fifteen minutes."

She nodded and walked out.

Hawks walked over to the other side of my bed and pulled out a chair. I sat up as he put a laptop on my lap. He leaned in and pulled up the video. To be honest, there was some tension in the room because this was the first time we've seen each other since making up. Well, sort of. He said he would give me a chance, but he also said he'd think about it, and the uncertainty killed me.

Hey, how about concentrate on the fucking video? You know, what happened the night you were drugged is on it?

Well, I can't help myself. He's just...

"You ready?" Hawks interrupted my thoughts.

"Yes," I was avoiding contact and staring at the screen.

He clicked the space bar. The first camera shot was from across the street, showing me digging through a car.

"That's Ashlyn's car."

He just watched the video instead if replying to my rhetorical statement.

After I got into the club, the camera quality was tenfold as better, and it showed me talking and dancing but it sped through that part pretty fast. It stopped when I left from the bathroom and gave Ashlyn my drink. It showed me walking away and coming back.

"Wait," I pushed the space button. "Do you have video of what happened while I was in the bathroom?"

Hawks smirked. "Smart kid. The camera was following you but I did find some extra footage, I was curious on how the drug got into your system," he said, clicking around.

He stopped on a separate camera file and clicked it. It was two minutes long, and the camera was zoomed in on Ashlyn. After she took my drink, she started talking with the other girls. Then, around the thirty-five second mark, a man started talking to her. She pushed him off and scolded him. But then she was... laughing with him?

It was all interesting, but by far the most interesting part was when she passed him my drink while talking to the others and digging through her purse.

The camera zoomed in further, and I saw his fingers over my drink. Shortly after, Ashlyn took my drink back, and that was around the time I paused the video.

Hawks looked at me with half-lidded eyes, like he was dissecting my thoughts. Both seeing how I would react in terms of what she did and the whole video itself.

The hurt and the anger that overcame me was powerful. My stomach felt sick, but my head felt heavy. My eyes burned and I took a deep breath.

Hawks passed me my water bottle and I took it furiously from him. Right when I was about to chug it down he stopped my wrist with his hand gently. I turned to glare at him, but upon looking at him, my eyes softened.

The look in his eyes was understanding and sullen. I opened my mouth to say something, but he squeezed my wrist, telling me without words, 'it's okay'.

I closed my mouth and relaxed, unaware until now that I had been entirely too tense. I closed the water bottle and sighed.

"You're right," I said.

I clicked off of the video and went to the original one. It resumed to me coming back and I could see my figure shrinking away from her.

Coward.

From there, it showed me (in disturbing detail) how I walked out of the club after almost getting abducted, nearly killing the man with a bottle I stole, taking his wallet, and collapsing outside.

"So, wait—I'm confused." Hawks looked at me, his eyes taking me off guard for a second they were so intense. "How did you find me?"

"Well, kid, my feather has never left your purse. You never took it out, so I never took it back. It was a good way to keep an eye on you. And, based on how shitty your friends are, I don't see myself in the wrong for this one. Oh, and I won't say anything about the pick-pocketing."

I knew the last part was supposed to come off as funny to lighten the mood, but I was still crushed. Him being here after our talk, not even addressing it. The fact I'm in the hospital, watching a video of me getting drugged, then making someone bleed like that (deserved or not). It was all a little overwhelming for me.

"Yeah," I wiped my incoming tears. "They are pretty shitty aren't they?"

He seemed to realize that that wasn't the thing to say at the moment and frowned sadly. It looked like he didn't know whether to keep his space from me or not. The hesitation was heavy, so he just reached under his chair.

When I was done crying, he took a deep relaxed breath. "So, I brought you something."

"What?" I sniffed.

He handed me a lump of cloth and looked away. When I took it from him, he retracted his hand seemingly as quickly as possible. I unfolded everything and laid it out.

Hawks had broken into my apartment (again) to get me a pair of sweatpants, a bra, a tank top, and the jacket he let me keep.

I immediately teared up a bit. It was sweet, but there was no doubt that, with Hawks being Hawks, there was a double meaning to it.

He didn't have to add in his jacket, but he did. I thought that, in some way, he was trying to see if I would still accept him.

I took a deep breath. "Uh, can you turn away?"

"Y-yeah. I'll be outside.

When he left, I changed out of the stupid gown I had been dressed in. After checking the lump in the pocket of my sweatpants, I discovered a pair of underwear. A tinge of embarrassment poked at me as I realized he went through my drawers.

I was seriously debating on whether or not I forgave him. I mean, sure, he'd done more for me then he had to by a long shot. A job, a house, a date, and he was kind to me.

Doing nice things to someone, however, doesn't give you the right to treat them like shit; and that's what happened. I wasn't to keen on his explanation, but I decided to forgive him. He's a good man, I'm just getting past his barriers.

I slipped into the jacket and cuddled into it, taking in his scent.

Right then, the nurse walked in, and after about an hour, I checked out of the hospital. I wasn't supposed to, but I refused further care because I just wanted to go home. I made sure to take the notes with me and the sandwich Jack left me.

Unexpectedly, Hawks stayed with me to check out. It was surprising to me because he was a hero. He should've been scouting the streets but he was there with me. Even more unexpectedly, he drove me home. No flying. He had a really nice blacked out Jeep Cherokee, and when we pulled up to my apartment, he got out.

I was wondering if he was just going to walk me up or if he was planning on staying with me. I knew I had to talk with him about what happened.

Eventually, we got to the top of the stairs and it seemingly took an eternity to unlock my door.

"Okay, well I'm glad you're sa—"

"Come in," I interrupted.

I walked inside and left the door open for him to follow. I heard the door shut and footsteps behind me. While I was walking to the kitchen, Hawks grabbed my elbow.

"Okay."

"Okay?" I asked.

"I fucked up. I really did. I warned you about getting close to me, and because of me, you almost got killed."

"Woah, woah, woah, slow down. How did you almost get me killed?"

He ran a hand through his hair tensely.

"If I didn't pick a fight with you, you wouldn't have gone to the bar—"

"—Hawks."

"I was pushing you away, even after you were so good to me, and leaving it open ended like that—"

"—Ha—"

"Any way you look at this, it's my fault. I—"

I gripped his wrists to make him look at me.

"Hey. I am an adult, and my own person. I chose to go to the club with Ashlyn myself. Not you."

"Even still, I was out of line to tell at you off like I did, then give you a shitty apology."

"It's okay."

"It's not okay. I just don't want you to get hurt. It's hard to love someone like me who has to turn their feelings off. If I can do that, I'm sure it doesn't make me human. You're in danger just by knowing me, and the worst part is you don't care. Jesus, (y/n), have some self-preservation.

"I know you'll leave me because that's what people do. I don't want to get hurt," his composure would've looked convincingly nonchalant if not for his eyes misting up.

"Listen to me. It's not your fault. I forgive you. I'm not going to leave."

"Everyone does."

"Have I left yet?"

"No."

"Alright then. We good?"

He thought for a second. "... And you're sure you don't hate me?"

"Yes, Hawks."

"Okay," he said softly.

I tucked my arms into the jacket and walked up to him to hug him close. He stiffened for a second, not knowing whether or not to let himself have this. I nuzzled his shoulder to ease him into it, and it seemed to reassure him, because he hugged me back.

We stood like that for a while. When we pulled apart, he was pressing our waists together and my arms were on his shoulders.

He leaned in a bit, hesitantly though. I shut my eyes, closed the distance, and kissed him. It was slow and methodical, but deep.

Our kiss turned open-mouth while he was following my lead. I opened my lips a little bit, and he took the hint and opened his as well.

Everytime we came in for another, our tongues caressed each other. Hawks sucked my tongue into his mouth, taking the lead.

Heavy breathing ensued and he slid his hands to wrap around my waist instead of resting on my hips, while I rested my arms on his shoulders and played with his hair and holding his neck.

Hawks picked me up and set me down in the dining room table. I felt Hawks's nimble hands slide into my shirt, but he only rubbed my hips and my back while my hands slid under his shirt to touch his chest.

We both pulled away panting. There was a line if drool connecting us, and I wiped my mouth. He was looking at me from underneath his messied hair. His eyes were half lidded and his mouth was still slightly open and panting.

He leaned in towards my neck and put his hands on either side of me, except his lips never came in contact. He laid his head on my shoulder and I continued to play with his hair.

"I'm sorry", he muttered.

I bit my lip. "I know, Hawks. Wanna watch a movie?"

"Keigo."

"Keigo, wanna watch a movie with me?"