"My life is mostly just a string of poorly thought out, if thought about at all, kisses. With a sprinkling of, yanno, getting killed."

These words might be slightly lost given they would be muffled into his hands which were now covering his face.

And now he feels awkward because he needs to have a conversation with Hawks and he really doesn't want to. It could well be horribly presumptive.

"You know, for a guy avoiding his own stuff in this area of conversation, you are brimming with probably good advice."