Touch starvation, it got to them all sooner or later. And this? This was nice. David wasn't sighing contentedly, at all. It's fine. For a moment he lets himself close his eyes and bask in it all. Comfort was the touch of another person, provided they weren't rying to hurt you.

"I don't know, you seem to care about things a lot. Do you ever really chill?"

He really thought that with all that he'd learned about Hawks, the man was too used to being on all of the time. And that sucked.