[The grin on Hawke's face -- wide and earnest -- isn't forced, despite the way the current circumstances weigh over him. Nor is it because of the way his eyes linger over Cullen's sweat-soaked body, the fabric of his shirt clinging to his form in all the right places.
It's simply that the sight of Cullen -- of his partner does wonders for his mood.]
Just wanted to see you. [It's not a lie, and it's always true. Even if it wasn't the real point. Hawke nods toward the training dummies, eyes turning worried.] Are you alright?
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[The grin on Hawke's face -- wide and earnest -- isn't forced, despite the way the current circumstances weigh over him. Nor is it because of the way his eyes linger over Cullen's sweat-soaked body, the fabric of his shirt clinging to his form in all the right places.
It's simply that the sight of Cullen -- of his partner does wonders for his mood.]
Just wanted to see you. [It's not a lie, and it's always true. Even if it wasn't the real point. Hawke nods toward the training dummies, eyes turning worried.] Are you alright?