I got scared. Admitted without hesitation when everything else is stuttering explaination and the winter in Hawke's chest thaws further, heart beating heavy in it. He can taste that feeling of concern, the desperate worry that would drive Chris back to where he'd been hurt just to make sure the same hadn't happened to them, taste it in a way that has everything to do with how low his mana is and his body is scrambled for the lack, but he'll not worry Chris further. Not when they've done what they set out for. "I'm sorry, we should have- We didn't want you to worry but apparently we failed that."
He smiles, a tight but genuine thing that looks sinister with the blood streaking his beard. They'd wiped what they could from their faces but it was little enough help having already dried and the blood they couldn't clear away is frightful enough. Even so he tucks Chris close, one arm curled around him even as the other reaches for Amelia's arm too, unaware of more meaning behind the kiss. He's worn and obtuse in his exhaustion and unable to untangle affection and concern if turned towards him. And for reciprocation? Well. Every kiss he's given Chris since he arrived back months ago has been a silent declaration. It's been present since that night he got off the train.
"We're alright, Chris. We'll actually go home now, I promise you, though I think both to Shadows' Rest." He nearly invites Chris along, his need to keep both of them close to outweighing reason, but he's not so far gone as that. Things are still new and being felt out with Amelia and he feels he must be careful with his priorities lest she thinks she's not one of them.
Even so, he can't just leave Chris alone on the street. He glances at Amelia in thanks for her patience and kisses the top of Chris' head, trying not to leave blood there too. "Do you want escort back to the Hollow? We can take you that far."
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He smiles, a tight but genuine thing that looks sinister with the blood streaking his beard. They'd wiped what they could from their faces but it was little enough help having already dried and the blood they couldn't clear away is frightful enough. Even so he tucks Chris close, one arm curled around him even as the other reaches for Amelia's arm too, unaware of more meaning behind the kiss. He's worn and obtuse in his exhaustion and unable to untangle affection and concern if turned towards him. And for reciprocation? Well. Every kiss he's given Chris since he arrived back months ago has been a silent declaration. It's been present since that night he got off the train.
"We're alright, Chris. We'll actually go home now, I promise you, though I think both to Shadows' Rest." He nearly invites Chris along, his need to keep both of them close to outweighing reason, but he's not so far gone as that. Things are still new and being felt out with Amelia and he feels he must be careful with his priorities lest she thinks she's not one of them.
Even so, he can't just leave Chris alone on the street. He glances at Amelia in thanks for her patience and kisses the top of Chris' head, trying not to leave blood there too. "Do you want escort back to the Hollow? We can take you that far."