Fenris was enraged. His sister, his own blood, his only family, had betrayed him. Sold him out to that monster, Led Danarius to him for nothing but personal gain, the empty promise of becoming a Magister. He felt himself slipping into the same state of hatred he had blamed on Danarius and Hadriana before. Magic had truly tarnished every good thing in his life, even his own sister had abandoned him for its sake.
Hawke tentatively rested a hand on his shoulder; he tensed for a moment as he always did, touch was still an unfamiliar and somewhat painful sensation, but he relaxed into her touch and took comfort in it. It reminded him he wasn't alone, and when she entwined their hands he squeezed hers. Hawke waved off their companions, knowing Fenris needed time and an escape, and silently they walked to his stolen mansion in hightown.
He raged, knowing she would listen and never judge, and she did her best to calm him. When he had run out of anger he was only left with regret. Regret for leaving her, regret for never returning, and he let it go. He told her why he left, of is frustration with himself, and the longer he had let it go the more he felt he could never return. Hawke continued to impress him, she forgave him without a second thought saying only "I understood Fenris. I always did."
She always did know what to say with him.
"Fenris, you're not alone in this. If I had my way you'll never be alone again."
He wanted that too, wanted her so much. All the days his heart was breaking, conflicted by her presence, and she had always stood by waiting for him. Even now as his throat constricted and works failed him, she simply gathered him to her chest. She stood beside his chair and held him.
"I don't ever want to lose this again." She whispered as she pressed her face into his hair, and he felt her trembling fingers. It was then that he realized, all his insecurities were hers as well. Every time she looked his way, every reading lesson or mission or game of diamondback in those long three years, she would look at him and remember, and hope. This realization gave him strength and he pulled her to his lap. He held her , for perhaps the first time like this. That such a strong woman could feel so deeply for him...
"Hawke, you are not alone either."