[If Hawke could blush like a delicate virgin on command, he so would be right now. But since he can't, he hides his mouth behind his hand in a parody of sensitive feminine outrage, instead.]
[oh, okay, he's just going to lean back into Hawke and ignore the running water, then. He's not as tense right now as the night before, and he wants to enjoy this.]
Well I hate to break it to you, but I'm afraid it's a little too late for that.
[If they stand like this much longer then their trip to the market really might get put on hold. Even so, Hawke indulges for just a few moments more, squeezing Anders gently before pulling away.]
[He knows he should, much as he liked standing close like that. But part of him really wants to be out among people, too, with noise and life and no tiny spaces.
[Everywhere is better than their room right now. It's essentially just a closet, and the lack of windows doesn't help. But he's not going to complain about that. Instead, he'll start digging through their closet for clothes.]
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