As soon as Hawke asks, he realizes his mistake. The shift in focus wasn’t what he was after, but it’s here now and fondness wraps with annoyance in him for their usual dance.

The words themselves pull a small smile to his lips and he brings Hawke’s hand up to kiss his palm. “He does…and he minds my more…destructive tendencies with compromise that betters us both. We can be terrible together, we’re not great people inherent and I know we both see better looking at each other than in the mirror, but we manage.”

Chris leans down, his arm bracing on one side of Wolfe’s head while his other hand sweeps through wet and sandy hair to dry it as he goes. “I think you’re one of maybe two people who feel that way about us, though…and I appreciate it. Neither of us’d be anywhere so good without you, in our different ways.”