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[otiosity]

You've reached Hawke! Leave a message on this thing that I don't even remotely understand and I'll fumble my way to figure out how to answer your most important request.

Probably.

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[otiosity]

[Hawke opens her mouth and then shuts it. Well, this is a shitty thing, isn't it? Should she tell him? Keep it secret? Perhaps that's for the best? Then he won't fuss about it.

She reaches over and pats him on the arm.]

Oh, it's a long and gory story that you'll eventually see. Don't want to spoil the shock value.

[purramedic]

[And he's only more lost. Of course even the people he recognizes couldn't make a lick of sense out here.]

Or you just don't want to talk about it.

[otiosity]

What? Impossible. I love talking. Especially about myself.

[LOOKING SO MOCK OFFENDED BECAUSE HE'S SO ON POINT.]

[purramedic]

Except your vulnerabilities.

[Honestly, it doesn't take three years in Hawke's company to see that. But perhaps he'll sigh and grant her some small mercy.]

I suppose all I really need to ask is whether or not I should be particularly concerned about anything out here? Not only for your sake. [But mostly for her sake.]

[otiosity]

I have no vulnerabilities. Well, hay fever and cats but those are more like endearing flaws than vulnerabilities.

[Hawke sniffs like she's been deeply insulted! But it was Anders' way to look after her and the people around them. Honestly, it feels nostalgic in a good way.]

Here? No idea. Haven't seen much I can't handle but we tend to get thrown for a loop.

[purramedic]

[He rolls his eyes but allows her to shrug off the topic. It's doubtful he'd get much more out of her, anyway.

His frown soon deepens, leading the way for a scowl to fall over his face.]

Like those... things in the caves, I assume? Goodie. Well, I'm sure I could hit bigger nasties with a stick. [There's certainly a prominent tone of bitterness as he glances over his shoulder to his staff. Not that it doesn't do in a pinch, but this lack of magic is getting old.]

[otiosity]

There you go! Always the optimist, Anders. You could hit one kneecap and I hit the other and I think we could take down most nasties we encounter.

[purramedic]

You know, that actually sounds viable. [He almost looks hopeful, but...] What if it has eight kneecaps, though?

[otiosity]

Hmm.

[Hawke pretends to think.]

Either we need to be really fast or have really good aim so we can hit two in one blow.

[purramedic]

Fair enough. You've never led me to my death before, so I will trust your kneecapping expertise.

[He's feeling a little better about their standing now, but there's still a permeating awkwardness about it. For the moment, he falls into silence.]

[otiosity]

See? Blind faith gets you everywhere.

[Hawke itches her nose idly feeling the awkwardness in the air but not really able to understand why it's awkward. He knows her. He doesn't think she ought to have a dick.

But something is... off.]

[purramedic]

[Anders could leave well enough alone and find someone else to bother, but that wouldn't be like him at all, would it?]

So... What did you do on the ship? Before... you know.

[otiosity]

Drank.

Napped.

Sometimes did my job. I'm head of security on the Moira. Very important. Messed around with Nate and Tony. ...And not like how you're thinking. Our friendship is very chaste.

[purramedic]

Ah. Well... Thank you for the clarification. [Nonetheless, he makes a note to meet these "Nate" and "Tony" characters. Not to be overbearing, of course! It's just good to know his friends' circles.]

I can't say I'm surprised. I'll bet you stabbed something rather fierce to earn that rank.

[otiosity]

Oh no. Tony and I just invented the position so I could have a nap whenever I wanted. And then the captain's decided to take our joke seriously.

[They're expert shitposters.]

And don't worry. I can always keep you privy to details of my exciting sex life.

[purramedic]

That... is no less shocking, actually. [He's sure she does her job when she has to. Hawke likes to act indifferent, but as far as Anders is concerned, she's notoriously bad at staying on the sidelines when push comes to shove.]

Uh... your what? [Does he look vaguely offended by that? Oops.]

[otiosity]

Oh good. I always like to do exactly what people expect of me. No surprises.

[Then she shoots him a curious look. Anders had always been infamously into sex as she was and they used to joke about it at times.]

Sex life. You know that thing that's supposed to be private and yet you all end up hearing about anyway?

[purramedic]

[She could be playing dumb, but it doesn't really strike him as such. His expression gives way to confusion, brows furrowed and lips pursed, and eventually his ears take on a reddish tinge.

He may or may not have made a rather large(ly mistaken) assumption.]

N... no, thank you. Perhaps later. I'd rather hear about, ah... [Well, shit. How does he even gauge this kind of thing.]

When you came from, how are Bethany and your mother?

[otiosity]

[Hawke stares at him, all the blood in her body having gone cold. She feels numb and like her stomach just twisted itself into a knot.

Anders was passionate. And rude. And he liked picking fights and insulting people he disagreed with. He was blind to much of this. But Hawke had never taken him to someone who was deliberately cruel. She continues to stare at him for a few moments with dark eyes, like someone snuffed the light right out of her.]

...Dead. Same as always.

[purramedic]

[He doesn't know what he expected, but it wasn't for her to be this upset. It's fairly alarming to him as well, enough that he stumbles over an apology.]

I didn't mean to -- I'm just trying to get my bearings. I'm sorry.

What happened to her? [Leandra's fate is obvious enough to him, but Bethany is another story.]

[otiosity]

[It's too late. Hawke is a wounded animal and prepared to claw and bite her way to escape if he corners her. She takes a step back and shakes her head, wrapping her arms tightly around herself. She wants to run. But because Anders is her friend she tries to force herself to have as much of this conversation as she can. Which is truthfully very little.]

You don't even know her. She... she never made to Kirkwall. The story is short.

[purramedic]

What are you talking about? She's a mage, trained by your father. A very sweet girl, always considerate of others. [At this point, the only person in their ragtag little band that has only ever had kind words for him. Of course he knows Bethany.

But worry and confusion take a hold of him, and he rubs at his jaw in an effort to busy his hand, distinctly feeling that it would be inappropriate to reach for Hawke to comfort her over this bizarre line of questioning.]

Hawke?

[otiosity]

[It's good he doesn't reach out to her. She'd probably have pulled away and then every thing would have been just a bit worse. Hawke just keeps shaking her head like she can't believe what she's hearing.

That's Bethany. And she's never told him enough for him to make that up. Anders knows Bethany.

Why is the idea that she could be alive so much harder to grasp than there's a male version of her walking around.]

It just seems like a dream. That she could be...

[purramedic]

[Clearly this isn't going anywhere productive. They both may be far more confused than before, but at least that's obvious.]

I'm sorry. I shouldn't have brought it up. [It's no small feat to get Hawke so worked up, and he feels terrible for being responsible. He's awfully worried about her, but at the same time, he knows she might not appreciate someone witnessing her distress, even him -- if that actually means much. He's starting to doubt it.]

Do you want me to go?

[otiosity]

No.

[Anders is worried. She can see it in his face. He hadn't looked like that since she stumbled into his clinic with a horrific case of pneumonia after her mother died. She didn't like it. Hawke liked Anders best when he was being sarcastic and witty.

Hawke clears her throat and tries to make her voice sound as calm as possible and pull a smile back on her face but it's crooked.]

How is she? Is she happy does she... does she like Kirkwall? What else is different? Not that... you know what's the same either...