[ Lets him have it, as if he hasn't been itching to be wrapped up in his arms again since the moment he left. Tim wouldn't have contacted him tonight in the first place if he wasn't so furious over how much he still needs it and the broken promise of I'm yours, which means this is his, he gets to hold Hawk against his neck and stroke the back of his head and not feel rotten about it. At least until reality sets in.

It doesn't take long. The look on Hawk's face, a rare moment of vulnerability, shatters him so that his own lip wobbles in response, before he tucks it into his mouth, sniffing and shaking his head. ]

Hawk, no. [ Squeezing his hand, stroking his hair back with the other. It's tender, but firm. Assured. ] He made his choice on his own. It had nothing to do with you. He was gonna let you marry his only daughter, he loved you. This isn't your fault.