[Hawke is not out, in fact. He is in, and semi-dozing in their shared room waiting for Anders to come back. He starts from his doze when he hears the front door open, and climbs quickly to his feet when he hears Anders' voice.]
No, I'm here.
[He'll step into the doorway between their room and the shared living space and pause for just a moment before coming all the way into the bigger room, approaching Anders quickly to welcome him back with a kiss.]
[Hawke's arms go around Anders automatically, and he pulls the other man close with a contented sigh. He'll definitely feed him in a moment, but for right now, this is important, too.]
And neither of those things are a substitute for actual food.
[He's living with Hawke now, so he'd better get used to being able to afford to eat. Hawke will go hungry himself before allowing Anders to. So he'll start tugging him further into the apartment, toward the kitchen.]
A paid hand, I trust?
[He hears how happy Anders is, and it makes him happy too, but Anders better not be planning on working himself to exhaustion for free, that's for damn sure.]
[Don't lie, he'd never remember to eat, ever. So it's a good thing Hawke is around. Dinner was stew, btw, and once in the kitchen Hawke will retrieve the portion he'd set aside for Anders from the icebox and turn on the stove to reheat it.]
Good. You should be paid something, with as hard as you work.
[he leans into Hawke again. And it might have been a rhetorical question, but he'll still answer.]
I managed for several years, remember?
[he'd occasionally be given the few scraps people in dark town could spare, but more often than not he turned down even that. He was a healer, and he couldn't risk their health for his own. On top of that, he worked for the mage underground - unpaid - and followed Hawke around. Although he'd at least occasionally buy dinner at the Hanged Man after a job well done, but not often enough that it could count as payment.]
I do prefer having enough for food, though. I can help more people then.
[he leans up to press a kiss to Hawke's lips. He both appreciates the worry and wants to reassure him it's not necessary. He knows the latter won't work, but that doesn't mean he can't try.]
Otherwise I might object to how much you try to feed me.
[And he'll give up on arguing for now. He knows it makes Hawke happy to take care of him, and he wouldn't deny him that. And standing like this is nice after a long day.]
How was work with the dwarves?
[they are dwarves, no matter what they're called.]
[Snuggling with Anders in the kitchen can now commence, it seems. Although Hawke will snort a bit with some irritation when Anders asks about his job.]
Being reassured that my beard will grow in properly soon is starting to be just a bit irritating.
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No, I'm here.
[He'll step into the doorway between their room and the shared living space and pause for just a moment before coming all the way into the bigger room, approaching Anders quickly to welcome him back with a kiss.]
Where have you been? ...You look exhausted.
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I wanted to take a look at the free clinic here. It's good to know if it's a place we can rely on.
[his head drops to Hawke's shoulder. He probably should have had something to eat earlier.]
It was busy, so I thought I'd give them a hand.
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[Hawke's arms go around Anders automatically, and he pulls the other man close with a contented sigh. He'll definitely feed him in a moment, but for right now, this is important, too.]
What did you find out?
[Because he's interested, too.]
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[he's so used to not eating, he doesn't even question it. He can't even always afford to eat.]
I wouldn't hesitate to bring anyone there. I'll be giving them a hand permanently from now on, too.
[can you hear how happy he is, Hawke???]
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[He's living with Hawke now, so he'd better get used to being able to afford to eat. Hawke will go hungry himself before allowing Anders to. So he'll start tugging him further into the apartment, toward the kitchen.]
A paid hand, I trust?
[He hears how happy Anders is, and it makes him happy too, but Anders better not be planning on working himself to exhaustion for free, that's for damn sure.]
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[Because clearly these are special circumstances and he'd definitely remember to eat normally. Clearly.]
Yes. I wasn't expecting that.
[clinics are free you're not supposed to be paid for that.]
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[Don't lie, he'd never remember to eat, ever. So it's a good thing Hawke is around. Dinner was stew, btw, and once in the kitchen Hawke will retrieve the portion he'd set aside for Anders from the icebox and turn on the stove to reheat it.]
Good. You should be paid something, with as hard as you work.
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It's not as if clinics make a lot of money. I never could afford paying the people who helped me with mine.
[which he actually did feel bad about, because he knew they were dirt poor, but still.]
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That's a nice philosophy in theory, but how long can you continue to work if you never get anything in return?
[The stew is in the pot and on the burner warming up, so Hawke will sidle back over to Anders to wrap an arm around his waist again.]
That's a rhetorical question, by the way, Love. I'm happy you've found something you want to do.
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I managed for several years, remember?
[he'd occasionally be given the few scraps people in dark town could spare, but more often than not he turned down even that. He was a healer, and he couldn't risk their health for his own. On top of that, he worked for the mage underground - unpaid - and followed Hawke around. Although he'd at least occasionally buy dinner at the Hanged Man after a job well done, but not often enough that it could count as payment.]
I do prefer having enough for food, though. I can help more people then.
[priorities.]
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[Not that he's complaining - he's just worried.]
Well, I'm glad to hear that. [The part about liking having enough food, anyway.]
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[he leans up to press a kiss to Hawke's lips. He both appreciates the worry and wants to reassure him it's not necessary. He knows the latter won't work, but that doesn't mean he can't try.]
Otherwise I might object to how much you try to feed me.
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[Sorry, Anders, Hawke will never not worry. It's not in his nature. But he appreciates the kiss, and he'll happily kiss back to show it.]
I'd still do it even if you did object. [Because it's good for him. :<]
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[And he'll give up on arguing for now. He knows it makes Hawke happy to take care of him, and he wouldn't deny him that. And standing like this is nice after a long day.]
How was work with the dwarves?
[they are dwarves, no matter what they're called.]
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[Snuggling with Anders in the kitchen can now commence, it seems. Although Hawke will snort a bit with some irritation when Anders asks about his job.]
Being reassured that my beard will grow in properly soon is starting to be just a bit irritating.
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You mean they're not worshiping it's magnificence? How dare they!
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Have you seen their beards? I don't even think the dwarves back home managed to grow them that long.
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[he'll press a kiss to Hawke's bearded jaw, too.]
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[Return kiss to Anders' scruffy jaw goes here.]
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Yes, exactly.
[Wait until you meet Carver, Anders!]
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