He wants to argue, even as Hawke's words make sense, there's still a seed of doubt and guilt in him, even if it quiets under that firm voice. Under the word proud. His eyes are closed tight before those lips even press to his forehead and the creases return to his brow as he squeezes them tighter.
He can't do this. Now it feels unfair. Like a lie he's keeping for no reason.
"Stop..." It comes out soft and more exposed than he'd been hoping, but his fingers fall to Hawke's shirt to curl tight in the fabric at his shoulder. "I...earlier, I said I made Amelia uncomfortable. I wasn't making it up or misunderstanding. She told me she was surprised." He takes a more thick breath and looks up again to meet Hawke's gaze.
"She told me something, I think, expecting I already knew. An assumption she had about-" the words catch and die in his throat and annoyance at himself has him look down once more. This is still too much...but unless Hawke was willing to leave and not come around for a few days, it wasn't going away easily either.
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He can't do this. Now it feels unfair. Like a lie he's keeping for no reason.
"Stop..." It comes out soft and more exposed than he'd been hoping, but his fingers fall to Hawke's shirt to curl tight in the fabric at his shoulder. "I...earlier, I said I made Amelia uncomfortable. I wasn't making it up or misunderstanding. She told me she was surprised." He takes a more thick breath and looks up again to meet Hawke's gaze.
"She told me something, I think, expecting I already knew. An assumption she had about-" the words catch and die in his throat and annoyance at himself has him look down once more. This is still too much...but unless Hawke was willing to leave and not come around for a few days, it wasn't going away easily either.