It 's only afterwards, when the moon is round and high in the sky and his mind has caught up to his body that he realizes just what he 's done. Satoru looks so achingly perfect beneath him, all milky skin and big, iridescent eyes, marked up in all the right places, that Hawks just wants to keep him there forever. But he

can 't.

He shouldn 't even have him here

now.

'We shouldn't have done that, ' he says, defeated.

It seems pointless to remark on what he means by

that,

when it's so painfully obvious. But it occurs to him that it isn't remotely true at all, once the words are spoken out into the still night air.

Hawks