Hawke was a little worried. Because she couldn’t help but feel like something was wrong. The problem was that she didn’t know what it was. But something was bothering him. She thought, anyway. Maybe she was wrong. Maybe he was fine and she was just... imagining things. She could be.
So she lobbed a joke at him, teasing as she always did. “Well, well, well. I never thought you were the type, Varric. I’m flattered.”
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Date: 2017-11-19 06:57 am (UTC)So she lobbed a joke at him, teasing as she always did. “Well, well, well. I never thought you were the type, Varric. I’m flattered.”