His parents...It's not something he's put much thought in...but maybe he should. The way Silver still looked up to his mentor, the way Ra'ah so easily settled into having a father, like a hole had been filled. Amnos' relationship with his parents was a standard, one he was living up to for his own kids. When Chris thought of his parents, he only thought of a deeper voice and commanding presence or the light catching on his mother's earring as she'd held him close in fear. It's not...something he thinks he can understand. Not in the way that seems to simply hamstring Hawke like nothing else. It reminds him of Jon, in a way. Not in a way he feels he could explain well enough right now.

And Wolfe doesn't sound like he wants to hear it anyway. He's shutting the conversation down...and maybe it should be, for now. He's said what he could, hopefully it found a place in his partner's heart somewhere instead of simply brushed away.

Chris' fingers keep with Wolfe's and his other hand reaches up to brush along his cheek. "If you were too much trouble for me, you'd know it. I only take on those I wish to and none more...I'll always do as I can to put your head to rights no different than you'd do for me."

He sighs a little and looks back towards the house. "Let's get you cleaned up and then you need some rest, alright? Once you've done so, you can go visit them. They'll be heartened in seeing you, but not half broken at their feet."