[Hawke isn't fine. Amelia is so deep into her role as Shadow Mistress, some part of him fears never seeing her again, but they're doing their best. He's doing his best. Maybe if he crumbled they'd fall with him...or maybe they'd just strengthen their resolve. He can't know and he's not willing to find out. He can keep himself together for now and so he will, even if some small part of himself feels like he can see the cracks too starkly. Cracks didn't have to mean breaking.
He nods to the question and reaches for the shot of whiskey he'd poured for them and no one had touched. He touches it now and tips the whole thing back before setting to removing his pants wholesale. He's wearing nothing else underneath, but that doesn't stop him from moving simply moving to the couch as directed to lay out face-down.
He turns his face to look at Amelia.]
Doesn't have to be now, but I left my leather jacket with my clasp and wings back at home. If I give you the key, will you be willing to bring it to me at some point? When I'm healed, the sky will offer a kind distraction. Otherwise, for tight now...drink your tea, lovely. Feels like we're all made of wires held too tight.
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He nods to the question and reaches for the shot of whiskey he'd poured for them and no one had touched. He touches it now and tips the whole thing back before setting to removing his pants wholesale. He's wearing nothing else underneath, but that doesn't stop him from moving simply moving to the couch as directed to lay out face-down.
He turns his face to look at Amelia.]
Doesn't have to be now, but I left my leather jacket with my clasp and wings back at home. If I give you the key, will you be willing to bring it to me at some point? When I'm healed, the sky will offer a kind distraction. Otherwise, for tight now...drink your tea, lovely. Feels like we're all made of wires held too tight.