[Anders has had more than enough of big, burly men lifting him off the ground and squeezing him until he feels like the human equivalent of ointment being pushed out of a tube, but the offer had been honestly meant. When there's a genuine need, it's in his nature to set personal discomforts aside, not out in front. If Alistair actually wants to make him human ointment...
Well, the move toward him is unexpected, but Anders doesn't protest. He sure wasn't kidding.
Arms tighten on him and he half-thinks Alistair is about to have him relive his experience with The Refugee. He doesn't see a career as a bear hug recipient in his future, but he can live with it for Alistair's sake. A joke and a laugh is better than a mental breakdown or whatever the normal reaction is supposed to be when you spit in nature's eye and come back from the dead.
But Alistair doesn't follow through.
He stops like that, arms around him, and Anders senses the moment he takes him up on his offer in a very real way. That's his cue. An arm slips out from under the loop of Alistair's and pats him on the back, coming to rest there, palm flat. Let the actual hug commence. No words necessary.]
I think it worked fine. [As in he's not complaining or, most importantly, judging. Anders' tone is casual as can be when Alistair finally extricates himself.] After putting up with basement-dwelling fungus monsters, several drinks sound like a good place to start. To the bar or stay here?
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[Anders has had more than enough of big, burly men lifting him off the ground and squeezing him until he feels like the human equivalent of ointment being pushed out of a tube, but the offer had been honestly meant. When there's a genuine need, it's in his nature to set personal discomforts aside, not out in front. If Alistair actually wants to make him human ointment...
Well, the move toward him is unexpected, but Anders doesn't protest. He sure wasn't kidding.
Arms tighten on him and he half-thinks Alistair is about to have him relive his experience with The Refugee. He doesn't see a career as a bear hug recipient in his future, but he can live with it for Alistair's sake. A joke and a laugh is better than a mental breakdown or whatever the normal reaction is supposed to be when you spit in nature's eye and come back from the dead.
But Alistair doesn't follow through.
He stops like that, arms around him, and Anders senses the moment he takes him up on his offer in a very real way. That's his cue. An arm slips out from under the loop of Alistair's and pats him on the back, coming to rest there, palm flat. Let the actual hug commence. No words necessary.]
I think it worked fine. [As in he's not complaining or, most importantly, judging. Anders' tone is casual as can be when Alistair finally extricates himself.] After putting up with basement-dwelling fungus monsters, several drinks sound like a good place to start. To the bar or stay here?