Hawk was silent for a long time. "Wow," he said finally.

"Too much?"

"Uh...I think that's the nicest thing anyone's ever said about me," Hawk replied. Numair smiled to himself, brushing his hair out of his face. Then he froze, as Hawk continued, "...you must be able to see how I feel about you too, right?"

There was another brief pause; Hawk had covered his eyes with one hand. He said awkwardly, "Y-you don't gotta answer that. I don't wanna ruin nothin'. Just, I can't help it."

He started at Numair's touch--Numair had set his glass down and now gently pushed Hawk's hand away from his face. Hawk regarded him, startled, as he linked their fingers together.

"I can't either," he admitted, and leaned forward, up over Hawk's chest, until their lips met softly.