[ Dabi finds an extra bag and stuffs the blanket inside... then grabs a few more shirts off the floor and adds those into the bag he had already packed full of the few shirts he has. he's pretty sure these might be all of them now- he doesn't have much, but he hopes it's enough. ]

It came early. We barely even did anythin'.

[ that needy, needy voice keeps coming through the phone, and dabi's glad he left when he did so he could get his things and get some supplies for them. ]

Good. That's good, birdie.

[ And then there's that moan, and Dabi stalls, listening as Hawks starts talking talking about his hand. Jesus, even with the space they had from each other all night, seems like Hawks is starting to get deep into this now. ]

Hawks... hey. Do ya want me to come over there now?