When Chris buckles the collar, Hawke's eyes drop closed for a moment. He lets himself feel the pressure of it, not any extra as he'd asked for the first time, just fitted snugly but comfortably in a way that bobs when he swallows. It's the hands in his hair that really take the tension out, though. That and the soft voice Chris adopts, not like he's giving orders but more guiding him towards where they both want him. Sometimes, he thinks, this might be too gentle but right now it feels right and what he wants. What they both want.

Trust. Care. An acknowledgement that they both have things to work through but they can do it safely with each other.

He takes the time he needs to sort his thoughts and set them aside, then reaches for Chris' hand to stand up. His knees creak as he does, one popping so loudly in the quiet room that he can't help but laugh at it. "Ooh, I think it actually feels better after that." He jokes lightly, squeezing Chris' fingers just a little.