For a long moment Hawke just stares, his hands still and eyes unblinking. His mind empties hurriedly of all thought, heart in his throat suddenly. She didn't know. He doesn't think he told her so she didn't know and saw it anyway because he'd been vulnerable, his heart aching, and Andraste's pyre he'd kissed Chris like that in front of Amelia. That's the piece he'd been missing, what he felt all last night he'd had to make up to her but couldn't quite place what or why.

Fuck.

They're alright, or they will be. They'd set expectations at first already but he'd not intended to be quite so... So... Jarring when their relationship was so new. Actually he hadnt ever intended to say or do anything at all with what he's harboring for Chris. He's decided he's happy if he can continue to just be as they are, more than friends, less than a relationship, but still intrinsically valued and cared for. It's enough.

It would have been enough.

Fuck.

And right now of all times, too?

Fuck!

His gaze skitters away from Chris, a bit pale and shame-faced, like he's been caught doing something he aught not.

"It's not anything we have to talk about." Now or ever.