Hawke was drunk. It had become, Fenris noted with a small amount of worry, an increased occurrence since Leandra's death; and, as was usually the case, he had taken it upon himself to escort Hawke home. He told the others it was because a drunken mage was too dangerous to be left alone, but the excuse sounded weak, even to his own ears. After nights like this, only he and the abomination were left somewhat sober, and he did not trust that thing to keep his hands to himself.

He knew he had no right to claim Hawke's heart; he had left her, after all. It had been nearly two years since that night, and still he could remember every detail of that night.

"Feeennnnriissss..." Hawke slurred, head lolling against his shoulder as he navigated them through Hightown.

"Yes, Hawke?" Fenris would deny it if asked, would likely rip the heart out of whomever asked, but Hawke was unbelievably adorable like this.

"Where-where are we...um...ah...goin'?"

"I am taking you home." Sometime, however, it was like speaking to a child.

"Oh. Why-why are we...spinnin'?" Hawke nearly knocked Fenris upside the head as she flailed her arm in her approximation of spinning. "Oops. Sooorry," Hawke laughed. Thankfully, they had made it to the estate. It spoke to the frequency of these night time excursions that Fenris had his own key. Carefully juggling Hawke, Fenris eased inside the estate.

Getting Hawke upstairs was a feat in and of itself, and, as usual, Fenris scooped her up in his arms before they had made it halfway up the stairs. Hawke didn't put up a fight, choosing instead to play with his hair. They were almost at the top when Hawke spoke next.

"Fenris...I-I love you." Fenris nearly dropped her in shock.

"You don't mean that, Hawke. You're drunk," he replied. There was no way...it just wasn't possible, he decided, setting Hawke on her bed and kneeling to take off her boots. Thankfully, she had forgone armor tonight, opting instead for a simple tunic and trousers.

"But...but I do!" Hawke insisted, "I-I really...do." Fenirs pulled back the blankets, choosing not to respond; it would only hurt worse if he believed her. "I-I know...you can't-can't love...me back, 'cause I'ma mage; but it's-it's ok."

Fenris had stopped cold at her words. Was that what she really thought? That it was because she was a mage? Hawke's hand came up to clumsily pat his face when she saw how distraught he was. She smiled at him as her eyes drifted shut.

"It's ok, Fenris..." and Hawke was asleep.

Fenris watched her for a moment, face relaxed in sleep in a way he hadn't seen in so long. Soon, he decided, soon he would tell her.