A little fluff to offset the angst.

Letting himself into Fenris's mansion, Hawke teetered for a moment and looked around. The house wasn't the most delightful place at the best of times, but with cheap alcohol from the Hanged Man in his system, it was positively disturbing. Squinting at a particularly suspicious looking spider web, he swung the door shut behind him and it slammed into its frame hard enough to send echoes booming through the house. Wincing apologetically, despite no one being around to see it, Hawke sighed. At least Fenris would know he was coming.

With a quiet cough from all the dust flying about, Hawke trudged through the door into the main hall. Fenris was standing on the overlooking balcony at the top of the stairs, sword in hand, but when he saw who it was and the state he was in, he simply shook his head and sheathed his weapon again. "You look ridiculous when you stagger about like that," he said, folding his arms and watching Hawke's unsteady progress towards the stairs.

"Yes, well-" Hawke started, pausing at the bottom of the stairs to try and think of a suitable comeback. When nothing occurred to him, he sniffed irritably and just pointed at Fenris in an accusing manner. Ignoring the helplessly amused look on Fenris' face, he turned his attention back to the stairs and carefully clambered up to the first landing, swaying backwards only once before he made it to safety. "If you had come to the Hanged Man with me, like I told you to, you'd be just as drunk and- and you wouldn't be so offended by my... my..." He paused and peered up at Fenris quizzically. "What did you call me?

"Ridiculous," Fenris said helpfully. Hawke pointed some more, in agreement this time. "I didn't want to go to the Hanged Man," he added quietly as he watched Hawke inspect the next flight of steps like it was the first time he'd encountered such a thing. "It's... too soon after Danarius."

Hawke finally tackled the steps, creeping up them like he was expecting them to gave way under his feet any moment. "Well, you should have said," he huffed as he reached the top step and wavered, grabbing at Fenris' hand for balance. Fenris caught him in time and yanked him forward onto steadier ground. "We could have gotten drunk here and then I wouldn't have had to climb up those... those- them." He jabbed his finger at the stairs before wrapping an arm around Fenris's waist and all but melting on him with a heavy sigh. Fenris couldn't helping noting that Hawke was the same brand of dramatically miserable when he was drunk as the dog was when it realised he wasn't going to give it any of his food.

"Come on," he said, tightening his grip on Hawke and helping him stagger into his den. Hawke leaned on him contentedly, pleased that he didn't have to worry so much about his balance anymore. Fenris guided him to one of the benches on front of the fireplace and he sat down gratefully, yawning as Fenris settled on the other bench to watch him. After a while of the peaceful silence Fenris spoke. "Was Anders there?"

Hawke shook his head, seemingly unconcerned by the loaded question. "Naw, just Varric, Donnic and Isabela. Aveline dropped by for a bit, but she mostly just wanted to tell me off about something." He frowned at the floor. "I forget what I did though. Or maybe I didn't do anything. She tells me off for that too."

Fenris scoffed and lowered his head. "Indeed. I suppose trouble just finds you, regardless of your behaviour." Hawke nodded in solemn agreement before slowly climbing to his feet and moving to kneel in front of Fenris. Fenris blinked at him in confusion, but before he could question Hawke's behavious, the mage curled his arms around Fenris' waist and nuzzled into his lap.

"Hawke, what are you doing?" he asked, his alarm fading.

"I'm tired," Hawke replied, his voice muffled.

"But that's not a pillow."

"Yes it is."

"No, it is not."

"Let's agree to disagree."

Fenris sighed and smiled despite himself. "Fine, but that doesn't change the fact that your head is heavy and it's squashing something that both of us value quite highly." No reply. "Hawke?" Still nothing. "You're asleep, aren't you?" Hawke's continued silence answered the question for him and Fenris shook his head as disapprovingly as he could. "Festis bei umo canavarum..." he murmured, running his fingers through Hawke's hair, the claws of his gauntlets scratching gently.

At least Varric wasn't around to witness it. Perhaps Hawke wasn't lying when he said every cloud has a silver lining.