Hawke wraps around him like a shield and he can feel the urge to crumble into it, but he can't. Or maybe he simply doesn't want to, not because it's Hawke, but because he doesn't want to fall apart. He's better than that. Maybe he isn't king, but that doesn't make him less the person who's meant to be. Once upon a time, he'd been in this city, wondering if he could truly be the person who lead a city. He's not sure he ever got the answer to that question, but maybe it was time he did.

It's the deeper breaths and the soft tone and the tightness of Hawke's hold mixed with the realization he's already had that confirms for him what his friend needs right now and that's a direction to work in.

He pushes lightly at Hawke, expecting him to pull back enough for Chris to stand and take Wolfe's wrist. "Come inside with me. I'll lay out on the couch and you'll lay beside me so your head is against my chest while I hold you." He offers a small smile, the tiredness still at his eyes, but less forced this time. "Perhaps I'm not a king, but I'm a cleric. I'm the healer for those I know and love and I'll not lose that place while I have it. So-" His smile ticks up higher at one corner. "-healer's orders, Hawke."