For Hawks, he just knows he can't fail - to make sure he can stay here and keep his mom safe and taken care of. He doesn't want her to be on the streets, living like a criminal now that his old man is out of the picture. It doesn't have the same weight that disappointment from your father comes with does, but he understands that sentiment of wanting to succeed to please someone else.

He watches as Dabi settles close to him, shifting just the slightest under the blanket. Between the warmth that pours off the other and the weight of the blanket, he feels... comfortable. Safe. It's a strange feeling, one he doesn't think he's properly had as long as he can remember. But he likes it. The small smile that curves his lips says as much as he takes in those blue eyes.

"Soft?" The question makes him blink, and he turns his head briefly to look over his shoulder at one of the small wings. "Yeah. Do you want to touch them?" One hand moves, adjusting the blanket enough that one of the red wings can stretch over his arm and towards Dabi for the other boy to touch. It's not something he can say he's ever given people the chance to do, so it'll be a new experience. But maybe, he thinks, if they can share things like this, they can be friends. He's never had friends before.