Chris' brows crease and he shifts to be able to bring both hands up to cup Hawke's face. "Darling, it'll take more'n one peaceful afternoon in the sun to things right. You've been hurt, she's been hurt, you can't make that right with one action or one conversation. I know you know it."

He looks away a moment, thoughts turning and that practical tactician's mask slipping into place. "Do you feel that stir of discomfort around her without the knife? When she comes up behind you or turns too quickly? And when you talked over what happened, was she open with her part or did she seem to close off and focus on you?" Break it down into manageable pieces, easier for him to move about and easier for Hawke to follow Chris' logic as he goes.