Fingers in his shirt and a plea to stop that sounds so achingly vulnerable has Hawke going still, thinking he's gone too far. This isn't new for him, his care being too much. A light so bright he's blinding, something Anders had maybe not said outright but hinted at. He'd overwhelmed Alaric more than once too, his empathic abilities ratcheting it all up to the point that Hawke had started attempting to pull it back just to keep from making his boyfriend uncomfortable. But how do you pull back on feeling something that you don't want to put aside? That's supposed to be good?

He's still asking that question even now, and thanking the Maker, Andraste, even the Raven Queen that Chris is no empath no matter how good he is at making Wolfe feel that he's transparent as glass.

At Amelia's name Hawke shifts a little in concern. He'd been addled last night, certainly, but he doesn't regret what they'd done and he doesn't think she does either unless she's suddenly a lot better at hiding her emotions. They'd parted this morning with a kiss and a promise to meet again later, her going off to bring Chris his things and Hawke... Well, he'd fallen back asleep for another hour before rushing out to send Jon a statement. As far as he knows nothing was wrong. She would tell him, wouldn't she? He'd want her to tell him if something was amiss.

"About what?" He urges softly, a gentle push. If he can't say then Hawke can always corner Amelia later.