pc: marcoh

[spiritbalm]

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[boxcar]

...I know the intention, but maybe not say out loud you would spill blood?

[ He huffs, a gentle deflection of the comfort but without rejecting it. Marcoh never cracks jokes because he's bad at them. But he's grateful Anders is trying in his own way too. ]

[spiritbalm]

[ honestly he thinks its very cute that marcoh is joking here, giving him a half-grin. ]

I would. I think everyone here knows by now my nature.

[boxcar]

Not your "nature".

[ Firmly. ]

...At the least, if it is, then it is for the both of us.

[spiritbalm]

There are worse things to be.

[ he'd rather care than not. ]

You'll find your way back to her.

[boxcar]

...

[ Anders is probably right. He's not sure how it is to not feel. That seems terrifying too. ]

And we will find him, for you.

[spiritbalm]

Who, Hawke?

I don't know. He's a Champion, aren't they supposed to take care of their own problems?

[boxcar]

I am also a "champion", in a sense, but here you are.

[ Helping comfort him in his own problems. Why not do the same? Also don't be a goober, you want Hawke back. ]

[spiritbalm]

[ pfft. ]

What can I say, I have a type.

[boxcar]

[ He opens his mouth then closes it.

And then gives Anders a light shove in the arm. ]