"Tell me what's going on."
"I don't know. I feel like everything's getting away from me. We've barely literally looked at each other in three months, and now I have this ring on my finger-"
"Which makes you uncomfortable?"
Hawke shook her head. "The last time I checked, we weren't on this track."
"And when was the last time you checked?"
"Fenris..."
A shuddering breath.
"The name's Anders."
"Anders," Hawke whispers. "I'm not saying no to you."
"No, you're not saying anything."
He walked to the door, pausing at the threshold to turn his head.
"You never really do."
And he was gone.