Hawks doesn 't mean to eavesdrop, but his feathers make it really hard not to listen in on private conversations, no matter how much he doesn 't want to. And this time the cat 's not even around to distract him, probably too tired out from earlier to continue playing.

Satoru 's concerns from earlier were hilariously unfounded; he 's going to be an incredible father. Any kid would be lucky to have him.

Anyone would be lucky to have him,

period.

Hawks is hardly unaware of this fact. The intense longing that burns up his chest when he thinks about it is unwelcome but hardly unexpected. He wants, more than anything, to slot himself into all the spaces in the other man 's life and burrow his way in there until there 's no hope of removing him. He wants all that they have right now, and more besides. He wants

everything.

He wants in a way he doesn 't think he 's ever really wanted anything in his entire life, maybe not even his career as a top hero.