The pit is mentioned and Hawke goes still as he tends to whenever that comes up. It was a horrible time for everyone there, but he knew it had to have hit Chris at least as hard as it had himself. He'd seen Chris trying to keep his people together. So many of them had been there, and he'd helped his friend where he could, but there had been so many and they'd been so weak...

Hawke remembers to breathe before his lungs start burning, taking a slow and deep breath, casting his gaze down and placing one hand very lightly over Chris' on his knee. It's barely touching, more of a hover in how he knows Chris sometimes doesn't want to be touched, but he has to give something. "I'm sorry that happened. I know you hate being bound. That must have been dreadful."

He looks up again to meet Chris' gaze. "We don't have to do this if it's too much. I can find relief in other ways if I need to, don't push yourself if you're not ready."

It would be disappointing, but that's hardly of consequence if the alternative is Chris' discomfort or worse. "If you want to try and work through it, though, I'm here for you as well. We can do that in whatever way you think would help, all on your comfort, but I do want you to know that I would rather we never do this again than you putting yourself at all in distress on my account."