The hand does a lot to soothe him, but it comes with the weirdest feeling- like someone's opened a window. Hawk notices himself breathing a little easier. He pets Phil's hand twice and offers him a smile.

"Alright. Then it's settled- next time I want to see you in your own cute little depressive number, and then I can swoop in like Superman for you," he jokes, retrieving what amounts to pretty much all the rest of his supply of pasta and another tin of tomatoes.

"You want me on onions? Save me the embarrassment if I start crying again?"