Hawks couldn't hide a small smile, exhaling softly in relief. Dabi may be a villain, but he wasn't an idiot- he had keen intellect and knew how to judge a situation properly. For that Hawks could admire him, although most of his other behavior could use some improvement. Like the way that he never seemed to smile even though Hawks made many attempts at getting him to. Yet Hawks still found himself worried and even overly concerned for the guy, which was definitely a dangerous thing. Would that come to burn his ass in due time, maybe, but Hawks was willing to risk it.
After giving Dabi the address to his place he lifted his wings to fly over, deciding that them leaving separate was better than going together. For a moment Hawks considered picking up Dabi and carrying him over, yet the amount of attention that would bring made him decide against it.
He arrived at the apartment before Dabi as expected, shuffling around to find his keys and then making his way into the apartment. He knew the other wouldn't be long behind him, but he couldn't help the flicker of worry when he considered that maybe Dabi hadn't been as okay as he was appearing. Shaking his head he closed the door behind him, leaving it unlocked for the villain when he would arrive.
Changing into something more comfortable Hawks sat down on his bed, wings poking out from his simple low cut black tank top. He was pretty relaxed, if not for the awkward way he was bent trying to straighten his feathers. Preening, like a bird, except he hated calling it that.
He went rigid upon hearing Dabi enter – and smelling him. Dabi always smelled of a campfire and sometimes burnt flesh, but Hawks never said anything. He seemed embarrassed to be caught in his 'preening' position, but he straightened up and faced Dabi like nothing happened.
"Glad you could make it. First aid is in the cabinet above the sink in the bathroom, if you need help lemme know." Hawks said as he got up and stretched languidly, walking into the kitchen. It was small but housed an unusually large coffee pot. He poured a little water into it, enough that they could both have a few cups if they so desired. Out of the corner of his eye he could see Dabi carefully shrug off his coat, and then strip his shirt off as well.
There were huge scars and bruises covering Dabi's skin, and they made Hawks wince. Hell of a pain tolerance, probably. Like he'd expected, Dabi didn't ask for help even once, so he didn't pry and just let Dabi patch himself up.
Adding the grounds to the container he went back to his task at hand, peeling his eyes away from the living room as Dabi came back and plopped himself down on the couch. Flipping the switch on the machine he turned to get the mugs that he would use, placing them on the counter next to the machine. Normally, Hawks would have been thrilled at someone laying shirtless in his house, but not when they were injured and scarred up.
"Nasty burn scars. They old?" He asked softly, sitting down with a piping hot cup of coffee. He subtly scooted closer to Dabi's space heater-like warmth, nearing the edge of the couch he sat on. Dabi seemed to snap back to things as Hawks spoke, leading him to think that the villain must have been thinking about something.
"Yeah." As expected, Dabi didn't give him anything to work with, simply giving a one word answer as he stood up to get himself a mug of coffee. But Hawks knew that scars like those didn't come from little incidents, and Dabi was only human. He couldn't expect the other to just spill his whole life story in two seconds.
"They look cool, but you should take better care of them. The edges sometimes bleed." Hawks chose not to pry, sipping from his coffee as he watched Dabi roll his eyes and poor himself a mug of the hot beverage. "You should invest in skin lotion, it might prevent the scars from cracking and bleeding on you like that." He advised, glancing over Dabi's skin.
"Thanks. If you feel so inclined to rub them with lotion than be my guest, I don't have the time." Dabi replied with a scoff, before downing the piping hot mug of coffee and returning to the couch. If not for Dabi's tiredness and soreness and obvious injury, Hawks would have been very appreciative. Dabi wasn't hard on the eyes, despite his scars he obviously had lean muscle and took good physical care of himself.
"Really? Just a few weeks ago, you'd have roasted me on sight and now you're considering that? I feel honored, I might take you up on that. Don't need you dying on the League." Hawks replied amusedly, watching out of the corner of his eye as Dabi stood and made his way towards the bathroom.
"Yeah, whatever. I'm going to shower, so no peeking." The villain's words seemed just on the edge of humorous, which was a bit of a change from his usual demeanor. Had Dabi just joked? Sure, Dabi often made sarcastic comments, but that one trespassed more into... almost flirtatious territory.
"I won't, don't worry." Hawks fired back just as quick as the out of character comment from the other, putting just the right amount of tease in it to not sound too interested. "Just don't use my rosewater shampoo!" It wouldn't be good to have Dabi start thinking that Hawks was into him, that wouldn't lead to anything good.
Hawks went back to straightening and cleaning his wings as Dabi showered, which hardly took more than fifteen minutes. He was significantly cleaner and better-smelling, having fresh bandages around the few spots that were bleeding. The sent of smoke and fire still clung to him, but Hawks figured as much. He also seemed tired as he laid back down onto the couch, so Hawks said nothing as he finished cleaning up his wings. Nothing was said between them, and after about ten minutes Hawks spared a look over at Dabi.
Dabi's features seemed relaxed, his eyes closed gently and less contorted in pain. Smiling softly, Hawks decided he'd sleep out here in the living room as well. He awkwardly faced the back of the couch, wings hanging over the front of it where legs normally would as he fell asleep.