He shoots Amelia the first sizable smile he feels he's managed in some hours for her suggestion and nods. "I'd like that."
He's got his pants on and is contemplating Jacob's shirt when Hawke says his name. He's half turning back to him when strong arms wrap around him. The cleric goes still a moment, even his breath pausing with his surprise, before he finally brings his arms up to return the hug. It's light at first...but it quickly turns tight, Chris' fingers digging into Hawke's shirt until he can pull himself together enough once more to loosen his grip.
It's...a practical ask. Information. Three sets of eyes are better than one. It still sits oddly in him, but not in a way he knows how to look at just yet.
"I hardly need bodyguards here." But he can imagine them, leering expressions and knowing smiles and he can picture how his blood would run cold in his veins. He's not so foolish to think he'd be immune. And if he's out with someone he felt he needed to protect? He couldn't afford to be paralyzed by fear. He tucks that train of thought away. It wasn't a problem until it was.
"One of them was broad, heavier set. Medium-dark skin and clean shaven. Eyes like steel. I think I heard him called...Callous? Calus...something like that. He likes to follow and be in the thick of whatever's happening. Likes to be part of whatever will get him approval from those around him. The other...ringleader of them, but with no self-worth to speak of. He makes a grand effort of it, though, and seems to have the rest fooled. His name was Tarent. I heard that clear. Pale, sharp jaw and cheeks, dark hair and dark brown eyes and a few inches taller than me. Strong, too, so I imagine he's built like it."
Chris shakes his head. "They're probably stationed around the People Zoo most often. A couple of those in the group had been assigned to some of Jon's punishment details before, so I'll not say it's impossible to see them again, just...unlikely. So don't worry much for it." Probably. He could tell himself that, anyway.
He looks back to Amelia. "To your question: yes...I think I'll head back to bed. There's a few I need to check in with tomorrow. Jon..." He pauses, discomfort and guilt breaking across his expression before he can school it back into neutral. "Jon already knows something's happened. Don't fuss him for it, please. He's alone in there, he has enough on his plate."
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He's got his pants on and is contemplating Jacob's shirt when Hawke says his name. He's half turning back to him when strong arms wrap around him. The cleric goes still a moment, even his breath pausing with his surprise, before he finally brings his arms up to return the hug. It's light at first...but it quickly turns tight, Chris' fingers digging into Hawke's shirt until he can pull himself together enough once more to loosen his grip.
It's...a practical ask. Information. Three sets of eyes are better than one. It still sits oddly in him, but not in a way he knows how to look at just yet.
"I hardly need bodyguards here." But he can imagine them, leering expressions and knowing smiles and he can picture how his blood would run cold in his veins. He's not so foolish to think he'd be immune. And if he's out with someone he felt he needed to protect? He couldn't afford to be paralyzed by fear. He tucks that train of thought away. It wasn't a problem until it was.
"One of them was broad, heavier set. Medium-dark skin and clean shaven. Eyes like steel. I think I heard him called...Callous? Calus...something like that. He likes to follow and be in the thick of whatever's happening. Likes to be part of whatever will get him approval from those around him. The other...ringleader of them, but with no self-worth to speak of. He makes a grand effort of it, though, and seems to have the rest fooled. His name was Tarent. I heard that clear. Pale, sharp jaw and cheeks, dark hair and dark brown eyes and a few inches taller than me. Strong, too, so I imagine he's built like it."
Chris shakes his head. "They're probably stationed around the People Zoo most often. A couple of those in the group had been assigned to some of Jon's punishment details before, so I'll not say it's impossible to see them again, just...unlikely. So don't worry much for it." Probably. He could tell himself that, anyway.
He looks back to Amelia. "To your question: yes...I think I'll head back to bed. There's a few I need to check in with tomorrow. Jon..." He pauses, discomfort and guilt breaking across his expression before he can school it back into neutral. "Jon already knows something's happened. Don't fuss him for it, please. He's alone in there, he has enough on his plate."