"It's alright, there's no harm done." Hawke breathes a little easier for the collar being off. It's one thing to have it on for the purpose of a scene, it's another to just wear it when he's trying to have a conversation.

Hawke reaches up to hook his fingers around one of Chris' as he moves back away with it, a small but genuine smile mingling with the worry that's yet to be dispelled. He's heartened that Chris isn't calling it off completely or angry with him for using his safe word, but whatever this is he feels Chris should get off his chest if they're to continue. Even if they weren't, he'd still want to know and try to help. "Talk to me. I'm a friend first and anything else second, remember."