Lesson Number Nine:
Ode to a Mabari
(On Imprinting)
So Anders was being an emotional nutcase, and Justice was being a territorial idiot, but I think we're making progress. He stopped avoiding me, at any rate, and I managed to get a few hugs out of him when he wasn't paying attention, which was nice.
Garrett didn't have much time to spend with the rest of us; he was too busy running around solving the city's problems and trying to keep a lid on the growing Qunari tension.
I think I was the oldest virgin in Kirkwall besides the Grand Cleric. And who knows, she might have been a wild woman in her youth. It was getting to the point of ridiculousness, but I am a very patient woman, and if Anders was going to flee every time I make a move towards him, then I'm willing to wait for him to work out his little parasite problem and stuff Justice in a closet somewhere.
It wasn't helping that everyone in our little group seemed to have spontaneously decided that they all hate Anders, and harp on him at every conceivable opportunity.
I wasn't going to stand for that. Nope. I almost decked Fenris once, but I like my heart where it is too much to actually do it. I settled for a withering glare that made him shut up, but I was going to have to have a chat with him.
He might not know it yet, but Anders is mine, and I will not have people hating on my man.