[There is a twinge of guilt upon seeing her- the look on her face and the sound she made when he told her the truth. Words she needed to hear, but perhaps should have been left unsaid, or eased into rather than brought to face so openly. But he knows better. Inwardly, at least. That things as dire as caring for yourself, sharing your burdens, and depending on others... those were not only important for survival- but to simply live. To deny yourself that was to walk down a narrow and dark road, one he had walked along for almost twenty years before he saw the light.
Hawke's greeting causes his head to turn, and a small smile as she gently approaches. The both of them are on unstable ground, ready for the earth to give out at their feet any moment, should things turn out for the worst. But he understands her gratitude and feels the same, nodding slightly.]
I will always come when you ask, Hawke. You shouldn't worry.
[He still wants to be close to her, but the lines between them have become fuzzy and muddled since they last talked, and he is unsure where he sits in her eyes. In an effort to help her, he's hurt her, and that is one of the last things he ever wanted.]
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Hawke's greeting causes his head to turn, and a small smile as she gently approaches. The both of them are on unstable ground, ready for the earth to give out at their feet any moment, should things turn out for the worst. But he understands her gratitude and feels the same, nodding slightly.]
I will always come when you ask, Hawke. You shouldn't worry.
[He still wants to be close to her, but the lines between them have become fuzzy and muddled since they last talked, and he is unsure where he sits in her eyes. In an effort to help her, he's hurt her, and that is one of the last things he ever wanted.]