That many scars. Two from one war, three from the next. Hawks is a smart man. He doesn't need every detail handed to him. Putting his own conjectures together, he can ask what he wants to dig into areas he finds important. Even if some of it probably sounds crazy. Bakugo wouldn't believe someone walking in claiming to be from the future without some fucking solid evidence either. And even then, he's not even sure he'd want to know about his future.

Considering where Hawks came from, there's a lot more for him to know, none of which has much relevance to this stupid place. At least he can allay any fears over the man's injuries or death. Seeing him alive and well now, singes aside, is a relief. And frustrating. It's not like Bakugo ever wanted to see more of his world kidnapped.

"No. Tokoyami got your ass outta there and back to the medics." Before everything went complete shit with Shigaraki and that fucking giant. Details he'll go into if Hawks asks, but doesn't really intend to lay out otherwise.

Satisfied Hawks is okay, Bakugo swings his legs out from the sheets and slides off the bed, pulling one arm over his chest to pop his shoulder in a loud crack. Just because the man showed up doesn't mean he's stopping his usual routine. There's a lot here Hawks can explore and find out. Could've kept Endeavor's appearance quiet, but Hawks would've learned it from others soon enough. He should know his hero was back home.

"No one should be in this fucking place." Bakugo counters with a scowl as he drops his arm and heads towards the bathroom. Their place is back home, dealing with their own lives. Hawks sums up the current situation well enough. Perceptive as always. Disadvantage? Handling? He scoffs dismissively over his shoulder, swings his hand back, and grabs the handle. Hardly.

"I don't interact with them." Simple as that. He closes the door to give Hawks some time with his thoughts.