[ Meanwhile, of course, Sero's wide eyes go even wider in instant recognition of his roadblock. Although Hawks had looked to be in a lot better shape the last time he'd seen him...which begs a lot more questions than it answers, none of them anything good. Especially since they're both on the ground, Sero's palms scuffed from catching himself and backside sore from the impact, which means that Hawks has to feel way worse considering the shape he's already in.
It's a little funny (mostly embarrassing), then, that Hawks offers such a polite hello, smiling behind the mask as if they'd both chosen to sit on the sidewalk instead of Sero putting them there. His heart races for a completely different sort of nervous reason now, but he manages to lift a battered hand to wave back before pushing himself slowly to his feet, and offering that same hand to Hawks. ]
S-sorry... I thought I—
[ Literally nothing will sound good here, regardless of how he tries to spin it, so...the sad, mumbled truth it is. ]
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It's a little funny (mostly embarrassing), then, that Hawks offers such a polite hello, smiling behind the mask as if they'd both chosen to sit on the sidewalk instead of Sero putting them there. His heart races for a completely different sort of nervous reason now, but he manages to lift a battered hand to wave back before pushing himself slowly to his feet, and offering that same hand to Hawks. ]
S-sorry... I thought I—
[ Literally nothing will sound good here, regardless of how he tries to spin it, so...the sad, mumbled truth it is. ]
—I thought I heard a ghost...