Hawk’s just reward is another little coo. Phil shifts, readjusting his hold on him.

Could he imagine it? Oh, easily. He’d love to try, even, but as they turn, he catches sight of the disorganized pile with a blanket over it in the corner of the room. Hawk’s sanitary, no doubt, but. Mm. He did say he wanted to get his head straight first.

“Maybe some other time, ehn? I should probably be at the house tonight, but… I can be out late. I’ll help you with the dishes. For now, let’s stay like this.”