He's too kind to him. Too soft. But that's just Hawke. It's always been true. Soft enough to cut. His eyes close as Hawke's fingers trace over his skin. He can't know what was in Chris' thoughts, but there's an easy answer for that absurd assertion regardless.

His expression is more gentle resignation than reprimand as he shakes his head. "That's patently not true. I started the fight that turned off-hand words to actions. Their decisions were their own, but so were mine."