He leans into those fingers just a little, bringing his hand up to gently stop Chris from pulling them away. He holds lightly, but it's a hold nonetheless. A pause. Hawke can tell this isn't as effortless for Chris as his usual, even with them only having done a scene once, he knows his friend well enough to see when he's having trouble in general, not just getting in a mood or a mindset. They need to talk first, not for his own safety but simply because if Chris is troubled, then that takes precedence, full stop.

That deep breath to center himself cinches it.

Hawke kisses Chris' fingers and moves to stand. "You're safe too, Chris. You don't have to force anything for me, I'm not going to fall apart and I don't want to continue if there's something wrong, whatever it is. What's troubling you?"