Chris watches him, his processing, the slow realization dawning and then the shame that trickles in.

He blinks and moves to sit up. “Alright.”

Then maybe it was nothing after all. Hawke tangling love and safety and release. Maybe simply a crush he’s attempting to chase away. If it was nothing, he’d simply deny it. If it was something, he wouldn’t run from it.

He runs a hand back through his hair, thoughts everywhere and nowhere as he’s torn between acceptance and…disappointment. This really is too much.