"Stop looking at me like that." Anders glares from across the clinic.
"Like what?" Issac feigns surprise with the slightest grin.
"You know, I'm not an idiot!"
"I wasn't implying anything. It was just cute that's all. You were so sweet with her." The warrior nods towards the door where a small child and her mother are exiting the clinic. All, don't worry little lady, I'll fix that arm up in a jiffy. If you are brave and don't cry, I'll give you one of these cookies baked this morning'." Issac does a horrific attempt at impersonating his voice, but he understands the sentiment.
"I know what this is about!" Anders shakes his head. "And I haven't changed my mind on anything." His teeth clench at Issac's persistence.
"I can't think its cute when you are sweet then to a child in pain. Am I to stand here and glower then?" He feigns hurt, unconvincingly.
"You are many things love, subtle...is not one of them." It did feel natural, the nurturing, the care...It all came so easily...and had given him such a warm feeling inside.
"Ha, read into it all you want Anders. I just wanted to come by and see you since you've decided to spend the day locked away here." Issac leans against a unoccupied cot, a smirk still across his face. "I also brought you some lunch." He hands the mage a wrapped sandwich. Anders takes it without hesitation.
"Well, I can at least thank you for this...it has been a very taxing day." He moves to a halfway leaning and sitting position on the top of his desk
"Too taxing to want to talk?" Issac slides besides him, hands on his shoulders.
"Not about..."
"I've been thinking dear...remember...what you told me...about the Wardens...about...what will happen, to you." Issac looks at him with a serious and sad expression.
"I...yes..why would you..."
"I told you how I would follow you into that dark no matter what you said to try and stop me, and I remember you were not to pleased about it." The grip on his shoulder tightens. "What if I had a reason not to...some piece of you that would remain..." Issac whispers the last bit into his ears. Anders' eyes grow wide.
"That, that is low." He breaks Issac's grip and stands. "I told you why I can't..."
"But you want to, and you want me to not follow you...when the time comes." Issac slides an arm around him once again gently and pulls the mage towards his chest. "We both need this Anders. I know we do. He leans in for a kiss and Anders cannot refuse him.
"Love please...don't weigh what I want against my better sense..." He begs before Issac is at his mouth again.
"Why not. It worked before."