Chris watches him a moment, searching for...something, though even he's not entirely sure what. Eventually, he only nods and offers a gentle smile to the way Hawke looks back up at him. "I think you'll find I'm game as well. Here." He retrieves the collar once more and holds it open for Hawke to lean forward a bit. Assuming he does, Chris straps it back to his neck and runs both hands back through Hawke's hair from root out to tip.

"When you're ready, take my hand so I might help you stand, Wolfe. Then you'll stretch out your knees and legs; you've been holding that position a longer moment than I intended and I don't want you cramping later."

Even starting out more gentle, like a kindly lead instead of commanding one, it feels...easier to slip back into. Less like something doesn't fit right.