"That's not a surprise...that's...no just no Issac!" Angders glares at Him, hurt and betrayal etched in his face. "You didn't even ask me..." He slams down the pestle. He had been crushing herbs to use in healing salves before Issac came barging into the clinic.
"If I asked you it wouldn't have been a surprise then. I know its weird, ok I know that, but its what you wanted..." Anders interrupts him his voice growing low.
"Wanted Issac...the key word there is wanted." He rubs his brow, some of the residue from the herbs transfer to his forehead.
"Wanted? Are you telling me that you don't want children anymore, I doubt it seeing how upset you were over that damn toy."
"Of course I want..." Anders sighs, he had not wanted to discuss this, he wanted to keep it bottled up inside, his own personal pain from his great sacrifice. "Justice...I can't, not saying that what you suggest isn't wrong in the first place, but with Justice...it would be too dangerous." He looks into Issac's blue eyes pleading with him to drop it. Issac Hawke is a stubborn man.
"I think I recall you said that you thought another part of your life was over with Justice as well. And why look, I'm still here, and everything has worked out hasn't it?" A smug expression crosses the warrior's face. "Besides I think you'd be an excellent father!" Issac leans against the small table.
"Maker Issac do you even listen? I am dangerous! You are a full grown man and made your bloody choice to stay with me! I can't do it, I can't endanger a child like that, and I will not make anything even more awkward with your sister!" Anders yells, his face flush with anger.
"She didn't say yes or anything like that Anders, calm down...Andraste's ass it was only an idea!" Issac frowns, he thought Anders might be reluctant at first, but he could be persuasive, very persuasive. "All I'm asking love is that you consider it, just as I asked her to consider it." He gave Anders a serious and sad look. "I think it would be good for the family...whats left of the family anyway."
"Don't give me that look!" Anders groans.
"Please consider it..." Issac gives a wide-eyed pout, the kind that usually turns the Apostate to mush.
"Fine, its filed under considered then, are you happy?" The mage sighs. "Now please, I have work to do." Issac grins slightly.
"Glad to hear it then. I'll meet you back home later then? Oh." He points to Anders' forehead as he backs away towards the door. "You've got some kind shit on your forehead dear."