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[hawkethat]

When were you ever drunk?

[He knows Anders used to drink, once upon a time, but he's never witnessed it so clearly it's just some elaborate fabrication!

Also Anders can lean on him for as long as he wants, Hawke doesn't mind. In fact, since he's leaning so heavily Hawke decides the elevator will be the lesser of two evils.

So he can continue to support Anders, you know.]

[onetrackminds]

Always when I could afford it.

[which wasn't often, but still. He did his best!]

[hawkethat]

And I missed it?

[He's really upset. Gosh!!!]

[Here's the elevator now btw. Tugging Anders on.]

[onetrackminds]

I met Isabela. But you were young then.

[In a brothel, Hawke, would you believe it?]

[hawkethat]

I was young? How old were you?

[what are these falsehoods???]

[onetrackminds]

It's... a few years ago?

[thinking right now is hard.]

[hawkethat]

Well, yes. More than seven.

[...oh wait.]

Or four, I guess?

[onetrackminds]

[pause.]

More than six.

[hawkethat]

I wasn't that young six years ago. Or...nine years ago?

[The three year difference between what Hawke remembers and what Anders remembers is dumb. :|]

I guess it doesn't matter.

[onetrackminds]

But you weren't at the Pearl.

[You'll regret thinking that once he catches up with your timeline, Hawke.]/small>

[hawkethat]

No, I wasn't. And I will forever regret missing out on your lightning trick then.

[Yes, but he doesn't know that yet.]

[onetrackminds]

I can use that on you now.

[although if he uses it right now, he might accidentally knock Hawke out cold with it.]

[hawkethat]

[It's right at that moment the elevator chooses to speak up: Keep it in your pants you two; none of that hanky-panky stuff on my watch.

...Which Hawke actually doesn't mind because he's not sure he wants a hallucinating (and intoxicated???) Anders doing the lightning trick on him.]

When we get back, love.

[onetrackminds]

Where are we?

[because details are still blurry and the elevator looks strange. And yeah, he's a little bit high.]

[hawkethat]

Currently? In an elevator.

[Which glides to a stop and opens its doors with a pleasant "ding!" just as he says this.]

And now on the proper floor.

[He says as he guides Anders out of the elevator and into the corridor.]

[onetrackminds]

I'm... this is strange.

[If he didn't have Hawke right there, he might be really scared right now. But Hawke is a perfect distraction.]

[hawkethat]

What's strange, love?

[He would assume the whole hallucinating thing, but he figures it can't hurt to make sure.]

[onetrackminds]

Everything, really.

[yeah, it's the hallucination thing. He's holding on a bit tighter now.]

[hawkethat]

Maybe you ought to sleep it off?

[It's a lot harder to worry about something if you're not awake to worry about it, after all.]

[onetrackminds]

[he shakes his head; he's feeling too wired to sleep.]

I'm alright with you here.

[hawkethat]

You'll let me know if it starts to get worse?

[It's not like he can do much, but still...]

[onetrackminds]

I will.

[you'd probably be able to tell, Hawke.]

[hawkethat]

[Now Hawke's holding Anders more tightly]

Good.

[Yeah, he probably will. 8(

Oh, look, it's home sweet home. Such as it is. The door gives them a friendly greeting before sliding open and allowing them inside.]

[onetrackminds]

[And Anders looks around, a bit confused for a moment.]

Did we paint it? [pause.] I like it better now.

[hawkethat]

No, we haven't. Why, what does it look like now?