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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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[neverheardofhim]

Like hell you don't, Hawke. Who else is going to --

[But then he trailed off. There were plenty of people to take care of her now. She wasn't the lonely waif that he'd saved from a pickpocket anymore, was she? As far as she was concerned, Varric had been out of her life for what? Years now? He, the man whom Hawke had insisted time and time again was irreplaceable had been replaced.]

[His chest ached and his throat tightened. There was so much he could have said to her. Arguing was easy when he was convinced she didn't mean what she was saying. This was different. This time he didn't know that it was a lie.]

[The thought made him shiver.]

[It'd been a long night, one that was only getting longer the more he squabbled with her. Hawke wanted to get home and get sick? He wanted to get home and drink. Better to forget these miserable realizations he was coming to.]

Yeah. Okay. Sure thing, Chuckles. Whatever you say.

[otiosity]

[She fucked up.

She can see it in his face. A mixture of pain and regret and a reluctant resignation. But she didn't forget him. She hadn't replaced him. She and Nate, she and Tony, they were close, closer than she usually got to other people, but Varric was always dear to her heart.

She should tell him so. But her head can't form the words and her mouth can't seem to recite them anyway. All she can do is grip her arm more tightly around him. It's the closest she'll get to telling him how much she needs him.]

It will be better. When we're back home.

[Them? Getting sick? Both? She doesn't know.]

[neverheardofhim]

[For once, Hawke's subtlety doesn't fully convey its message. Caught up in his own thoughts as he was, he didn't quite notice the bony touch against his side, at least not as anything more than the woman trying to keep from collapsing. The dwarf wasn't the type to need constant affirmation of her feelings, not really, but it was still a welcome gesture, especially when she had only just admitted to telling everyone else more than he had been told.]

[He returned the squeeze, shifting her so that she was fully supported.] Back home then.

[He was silent the rest of the way, thoughts churning about. His grip never left the woman, however, which made for something of a struggle when he led her up the steps and had to struggle with the bio-meat-tricks, or whatever Stark had called them. By some miracle, they made it in without too much of a fight, and Varric quickly deposited the woman on a nearest sitting surface.]

You need water. [It was a brisk observation -- Hawke had asked for him to butt out and he would. He could hover and dote in other ways, but he wouldn't trouble her with this. Her stance had been made clear.]

[otiosity]

[Hawke clings to him the entire way home. Partially because she doesn't want to pitch over onto her face and otherwise because she's afraid if she lets Varric go, he'll disappear again.

She giggles drunkenly at his failed attempts to open the door and then "oofs" when he sets her down on the couch. She watches him move in the kitchen and she tries to imagine Varric not being here. Sure, Tony and Nate would be there. So would Pepper and Elena. But the idea of losing Varric... it hurts. Before it didn't feel like a loss. But now the idea of him being gone is too much.

The world spins and she leans over to vomit into a strategically placed trash can. Good job Varric. She wipes her mouth and nods at his water suggestion. However as her head nods, she reaches out and grabs his hand briefly before letting go.]

[neverheardofhim]

[If there was anything he knew, anything he could promise her, it was that he had no plans of going anywhere. They were roommates now, stranded together on a foreign planet in a foreign time. Even if he was bitter, even if her treatment smarted, he couldn't up and leave her. They were still best friends, which meant he still had an obligation to her, even if other people had stepped in to fill that role.]

[None of that was said out loud. Even if Hawke had spoken aloud, he wouldn't have answered. He'd hoped that their bond was one that didn't need to be reaffirmed.]

[The sounds of vomit didn't really phase him. Living in a tavern, he'd grown used to them. Even Hawke's vomit was a familiar sound, disgusting of a thought as that was. It almost made him homesick, would have if it weren't so disgusting.]

[Her hand against his startled him only for a moment. Despite his downtrodden mood, he squeezed back. Pissed as he was, he wouldn't, couldn't take it out on his best friend. She might have hurt him in some way, but she was still a sucker for her. He was relieved she was the one that let go, of course. He might not have been able to say no.]

[But she did, and he quickly slipped away from her to fill a large glass of water, and to retrieve a blanket for her and bottle for himself. He returned to the couch, setting their beverages down and bundling her up before seating himself.]

[Once settled, he motioned for her to scoot up next to him, lay on him, whatever. At this point he needed her comfort as much as she needed his.]

[otiosity]

[She knows she hurt him. But she doesn't know what to do about it. She's never been good at feelings and those of others are even more elusive than her own. The right words never come to her.

So she dumbly accepts the glass of water instead, sipping it slowly and appreciating how it cleared away the acidic taste on her tongue. She's quiet. The only sounds are his movements and the gentle sound of the water sloshing about in the glass.

When he wraps the blanket around her, she blinks. He's done this more than she can remember, because so often she's beyond remembering when she's drunk. But it reminds her of the time she'd come down with a bad bout of pneumonia after her mother had passed. He'd scooped her up off the floor of the Hanged Man (along with Isabela and Fenris) and set her to rest in his bed, trying to get her to stay under the blanket until Anders arrived.

Instinctively she moves closer, curling up against his side like she was meant to fit there.]

I hate when my mouth tastes like puke even after I've had water.

[Poetic.]

[neverheardofhim]

[His cheek came to rest against her hair, a low sigh escaping him and disturbing some of the strands that weren't compressed by his face. Meant to fit there indeed -- he never felt whole without this sort of thing. A drink in one hand, a Hawke in an arm -- the way it was meant to be.]

[Even as broken as they felt, this was still normal to him.]

I heard about this thing called toothpaste. Sounds like a real miracle. [It... probably would have come off as sarcastic, if not for where they came from. Better than chewing on roots and hoping they didn't get caught in their teeth.]

[otiosity]

I know. I have some. And a little thing to use it with. It's like five mint roots in one.

[Her reply is quiet. She's tired. Her body aches. Her stomach is still churning and her head is pounding. She'd love to pass out right here but something is keeping her awake.]

...Do you really mean that I don't have to go back?

[neverheardofhim]

[Rather than engaging in a lengthy conversation about mint root, teeth and vomit, Varric opted to ignore whatever it was Hawke had said and focus on the more important details. Tilting his head slightly, he pressed a kiss to her hair.]

Let me put it this way -- anyone or anything that tries to take you will have to pry you out of my cold, dead hands. It's time for us to be happy, Hawke.

[Not that Varric was currently doing a good job at the being happy thing but... at least they were moving away from less than pleasant conversations for the time being. He could at least swallow his bitterness for a few more hours.]

[otiosity]

[She shivers at the sensation. Only Varric was ever that intimate with her. And she could not explain why she was so comfortable with him. But it was something she'd grown used to.

She sniffled a little at the cat dander in the air as she curled up closer to him. She was so tired. Tired of her nightmares of the slave planet, of the arena, of having to think about dick Hawke, of going home, of dying. The idea of happiness seemed... far too much. But she was happy here, wasn't she?]

I'm glad you're here.

[Nothing terrified her more than the dark hallways of her dark manor.]

[neverheardofhim]

There isn't anywhere else I'd rather be. [Fights or no fights, he'd be there. Tony Stark and Nathan Drake be blighted, Hawke was his best friend first and foremost. It'd been wrong of him to get so caught up in her fit, to have allowed himself to go stony in the face of her hurt. She didn't need him to pull away, she needed him to be closer than ever.]

[As much as it hurt, he knew that the alternative would be far more painful.]

I'm not going anywhere, alright?

[He reached up, cupping her pale cheek with a rough palm. It was odd, how soft her skin felt. Everything about Hawke, from her elbows and knees to the very words she spoke, was sharp. No matter how odd it was, though, it wasn't an unwelcome feeling.]

[otiosity]

Really?

Not even sitting in a spa with a drink in your hand with big titted women gently massaging your back? Varric, you need a lecture in a thing called "standards".

[But then he touches her face and she goes silent. It's such an intimate gesture she almost doesn't know what to say.]

Alright. [She doesn't really know what to say to that so instead she deflects.] Though you might want to go to the side because I feel a sneeze coming on. [LIVING WITH THAT CAT IS A THING... so she's being serious but its Hawke avoidance on feelings 101]

[neverheardofhim]

You're the only tit I need, Chuckles.

[Heaving a sigh, Varric stood up, ambling off to a restroom to grab a box of tissues. In there, he also found a bottle of mouthwash, and brought that to her too. The future was weird, but oddly helpful when it came to dealing with hangovers.]

[His earlier funk seemed to be on the way out, at the very least. He was going to be bothered by the matter for a few days to come, but for now, he wasn't going to make a big deal of it anymore this evening.]

[He'd catch her when she was feeling better.]

Here. So you're not rubbing snot all over yourself. [Puke and snot was a bad combination.]

[otiosity]

I'm good for at least two tits! Don't sell me short. One tit? Varric, please.

[Is her stuffy reply. While Varric goes off to get tissues, she wrestles with her sinuses and manages to mostly stifle the sneeze against her arm. When Varric gets back, she rolls her eyes.]

I'm not. Look I was very "hygienic". [What a word to learn from Pepper.] Though, I'm the victim here, I have to share a couch with a cat. [A cat that liked to sleep on her chest and that she made only a minimal effort to push off.]

[neverheardofhim]

Two tits then. Small ones though. Like yours.

[He took a tissue and reached out to grab at her nose. It was more harassment than actual cleaning, but Hawke didn't need to know that. Not that it wasn't obvious by the massive grin on his lips.]

We can go to our room, if you're so put off by the cat? Not that it won't follow us -- it seems to like you. [And Hawke seemed to like it well enough in turn.]

[Mostly though, Varric was just eager to go to bed. This day had been exhausting.]

[otiosity]

You're not supposed-

[Hawke makes a choking nose when he attacks her nose with the tissue before trying to swat him away. She knows he's just having a go at her. At the suggestion of moving to their room, she yawns and nods, standing up to stumble towards the door. Once inside, she kicks off her shoes and wriggles out of her leggings and tosses her jacket onto the floor. Then she promptly collapses into Varric's bed, curling up on her side.]

[neverheardofhim]

[Varric watched the woman go with a roll of his eyes. He picked up the ruined trash can, as well as her glass of water. Along the way, he stopped in the bathroom, pouring the vomit into the toilet, flushing and then filling it with water to soak. The water was also refilled, and then he finally ambled into his room.]

[A hand came to rest on his hip as he gazed at her. A smile crossed his lips, but he lifted a hand to hide it from the woman. He wouldn't let her have the satisfaction of seeing her amused at her bullshit.]

You know, when I imagined coming home to a woman in her smalls, I didn't think she would look so much like... [The hand fell, revealing a grin.] You.

[Turning away, he set to undoing his shirt and his gloves, and then tossed them into the same pile as her own. He lifted himself onto the bed beside her, and leaned back with his hands behind his head.]

[otiosity]

We already agreed that you're into dwarf women with massive tits so of course not.

[Hawke sniffs and rolls over onto her side to look at him. This is familiar. They're in a strange place in a new house but sharing a bed with him like this after a long day of drinking is familiar. And she needs familiar right now.]

[neverheardofhim]

Mmm. Small breasted women with dark hair aren't so bad.

[Varric met her eyes, even lowered a hand to cup her cheek. He'd spent months aching for moments like this, and to have them, even with all the bullshit earlier in the night, was pretty damn gratifying. The hand drifted back, fingers working through her hair, before settling once more.]

Glad you're here, Hawke.

[otiosity]

Everyone has an exception to their type, I suppose.

[Hawke shivered at his touch. Partially because the sensation was so gentle and partially because she was drunk. The touch reminded her of how her father would tenderly stroke her hair when she was ill. But it was strange to conflate Varric with her father. But those to were the only ones who were tender with her.]

...You have to be wherever you are, hm?

[neverheardofhim]

[The dwarf recoiled slightly, though not out of disgust or even anger. Rather, he was confused, trying to parse together what it was that she was saying. He supposed he couldn't expect entirely coherent sentences from a woman that he'd had to all but drag from a bar.]

[Still, it was something of a damper on a mood that was finally leaning back toward the pleasant.]

Yes, I... suppose one does have to be present in their location. That.. they're at. [His brows tightened together.] I think maybe it's time for you to rest, Chuckles.

[otiosity]

[She ignores him and continues on her own tangent.]

I'm happy here. But there are so many terrible things about this place. I miss the good things about Kirwall and yet sometime I'd rather eat my own boot than think about returning there.

[She glances up at his face.]

Is that just how it is? Is there no such thing as being happy wherever you are?

[neverheardofhim]

I think there's always going to be good and terrible shit no matter where you live. [Kirkwall had a decent enough view if you found the right part of the city, the drink wasn't awful and the information was good. Not only that, but some of his best memories had come from that hellhole. Some of the worst had as well, and that coupled with the smell made for a mix of bitter fondness that he wasn't... quite sure how to feel about.]

Personally, I try not to get wrapped up in thoughts of what was. It destroyed most of the Tethras family, it doesn't need to bring me down. [Orzammar had his parents and brother, but for him, it was just another thing to be bitter over.] I'd say I'm pretty happy here though. Not happy with everything but... happy enough.

[otiosity]

Oh Varric. You're so wise. Perhaps you ought to start writing self-help books instead of stories about useless heroes.

[She says it in a teasing voice but she means it. He's good at grounding her like no one else is.]

[neverheardofhim]

[What's better than your best friend making gross gagging sounds? Probably a hell of a lot of things, but Varric doesn't care. He's pretty disgusted at that suggestion.]

My business is struggling enough. I don't need to drag it down by going preachy. That's reserved for you and behind closed doors only.