He nudges his nose against Zevran's, which is charming without being half so ridiculous. That wasn't really what he was asking, but it's all right. His hand on Alistair's wrist and that quiet, hesitant voice were enough vulnerability for one day.
"I think you'd have broken me, back then. Not in any good way. But you're right. I was always going to end up here." Like being caught in a force mage's pull, except instead of magic it's humor and heart and Zevran's head against his chest at night. "I have a soft spot for heroes."
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He nudges his nose against Zevran's, which is charming without being half so ridiculous. That wasn't really what he was asking, but it's all right. His hand on Alistair's wrist and that quiet, hesitant voice were enough vulnerability for one day.
"I think you'd have broken me, back then. Not in any good way. But you're right. I was always going to end up here." Like being caught in a force mage's pull, except instead of magic it's humor and heart and Zevran's head against his chest at night. "I have a soft spot for heroes."