He paints her name with the precision of Renaissance artists, but with the vision of modern ones simply because it cannot be replicated.
Hawkeye- whispering the 'h' as if the world was listening, voice gliding smoothly over the middle letters, 'eye' with a swift abruptness, not unlike how he snaps and flames are birthed from his fingertips.
Hawkeye- like a lifeline, the beats in his heart, safety in familiarity while everything changes. It makes sense, anyway-- he'd be dead without her if eternity was rewritten.
And then, finally, Riza- because he knows there is nothing left to say after that.