[ and first dabi may be weirded out by the nest, and then being dragged into it, but... weirded out is probably not the right world. more like curious about what the fuck is going on. ]

Ya never had my cookin' before, that's why.

[ it's no big deal if he cooks for hawks while doing this, right? it's just out of necessity. there's nothing domestic about it. nope.

dabi is definitely frazzled, though. he doesn't want to fuck up. he doesn't want to end up doing the wrong thing, and freaking out and leaving. he doesn't want them to come out of this much worse than when they went in. he knows he's taking a risk, but he wants to.

he's not sure when he turned into this idiot who doesn't want to be away from the guy they're fucking for two weeks, but at least he's come to accept that much. ]

Oh... okay. Yeah. Aggressive or overly affectionate. I can handle that as long it's how ya gotta be.

[ first real partner, hawks says, and dabi has to light another cigarette. there's a part of him that wants to argue against the wording, but he doesn't. he lets it go. he nods, then looks at hawks again as he continues. ]

I ain't gonna keep ya waitin', birdie.

[ he almost calls hawks pretty bird just then, but he knows now that it wouldn't be good. he doesn't want to torture hawks, after all. he'll wait with those nicknames until the time comes. until then it's just hawks and birdie- the other man never got all high strung from those.

but now he feels like he has a better handle on things. like he knows more or less how this can go. ]

I won't leave. I got this.