Hawks was out for the day. This gave you the whole day to redo this whole break room for him. You still couldn't believe the fact that he was relegated to living here. You kick an innocent table to the side, giving the room you need to just shake your anger out. You needed to focus. You had to make this place feel nice for him. You had to give him a home to come back to.
It was 3:40 AM when the winged hero finally came back to the room he made his own. He expected You to be long gone by now, so he just kicked the door open. His eyes widen when he sees you jolt upwards from the sudden noise and glare at him. He blinks eyes scanning the room that was once a small windowless room. Now it looked like a small studio apartment, a huge bed laid pressed against two freshly painted walls, a circular carpet had been placed to make the place look more homey, a desk with florecnt lighting was in front of the bed the walls having been caved out to make sure no extra space was taken, an AC silently cooled the air, and most importantly a window showed the world outside.
"Al?"
"I didn't like the fact that you didn't have any place to call home, so I made you one."
He stared at the place, eyes wide, tears began to fall to the floor, staining the small rug that led to the inside. He was crying harder than you've ever seen him cry before. You became worried that he might not have liked it.
"Is it bad? I can turn it back if you don't want it."
Your panicked voice cracked into silence once you were held into a death hug by the bird man in question. He held you so close you could barely breathe. His breaths were quick and short, his body shook so violently you shook with him.
"Thank you,"
His voice was hoarse, and it cracked under the strain of his body. He let go of you only for a second before kissing you over and over again. Minutes passed before he eventually stopped crying. He held your hands close to his chest and used another hand to wipe his tears away.
"I love you Al...you...you are my home."
And then it was your turn to ball your eyes out. You had expected a strong reaction, but these words caught you off guard. He smiled and started to tear up again. He wiped at your tears and kissed at your wet cheeks, he held wrapped his arms around you again he laid his head on your shoulders still smiling although broken it was the most joyous smile he could ever make.
He slowly moved both of you to the new bed. He got in first and pulled you after him. He covered the both of you with the blanket that he recognised as the one you had when he first stayed over at your home. It was a baby blue blanket with fuzzy short fur that made it feel like a warm hug. He chuckled, then he kissed you again, and this time, you kissed back, smiling too. You clap your hands and the lights close.
"The clappy lights thing?"
"You sometimes get two tired to close lights. I did the clappy thing so you don't have to get up to close it. "
He stared bewildered at their words. Had they really gone through all of this trouble just to make sure he was comfortable? He suddenly knew what love was, what it truly meant to him, and love was a useless term with what you became to him it transcended all words and logic.
"Oh fuck I'm gonna cry again"
"Me too"
