Reciprocation of a physical gesture was one thing, but to hear those words made his chest ache in a not altogether unpleasant way. Hope was dangerous, and he had forced himself not to hope that his feelings would be returned. Yet he would be a fool to think he would not hurt, if they were not.
"I want you too," he admitted, the possessiveness of statement a strange thrill.
He watched Hawke owlishly, hyper-aware of each of her little movements. Before meeting her, he would not have believe he could find a mage beautiful, and yet...
He closed the distance between them again, but did not lean in to kiss her again. Instead he searched her face, uncertainty and eagnerness mingling on his own.
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Reciprocation of a physical gesture was one thing, but to hear those words made his chest ache in a not altogether unpleasant way. Hope was dangerous, and he had forced himself not to hope that his feelings would be returned. Yet he would be a fool to think he would not hurt, if they were not.
"I want you too," he admitted, the possessiveness of statement a strange thrill.
He watched Hawke owlishly, hyper-aware of each of her little movements. Before meeting her, he would not have believe he could find a mage beautiful, and yet...
He closed the distance between them again, but did not lean in to kiss her again. Instead he searched her face, uncertainty and eagnerness mingling on his own.