He holds Hawke through it, through the racing breaths and the panic-broken words that aren't for him, not really, they're to the phantoms and the guilt and the pain. He puts his hands on Wolfe's arms when his fingers dig into his hair, ready to intervene if he starts hurting himself...but he doesn't. He just crumbles, the rotted framework finally falling away to leave him folding in on himself.

That was the easy part, building back up is the hard one.

Chris shifts to rest more fully on his knees in front of Wolfe and pulls his hands back to move them under the bow of his arms to cup his face. "No. I won't. You need me and I want to be right here. Sit up a bit, now."

Whether he's minded or not, Chris leans in closer and pushes his way into Hawke's space to fill his arms with himself. Chris' arms wrap tight around Hawke's back and shoulder and Chris purposefully tucks his boyfriend's head under his chin.