"I thought you might..be upset? Because I've been gone so long..."
The suave rogue is awkward, anxiety filling his brown eyes. He remembers how Ambrose feels about being peft...but he steps closer anyway.
"I'm sorry, sweetheart."
He sighs. He'd been overrun with duties to Kirkwall, and he hadn't so much as spoken to Ambrose in months. That was his fault...he could have at least sent a letter. Sometimes he could be an incredibly stupid dwarf.
@AnUnknownElvhen "You scared the absolute fuck out of me, Shadow."
He's still trying new nicknames. It's to be expected, they haven't spoken much. He puts his crossbow away, lifts his hands to show he won't hurt the elf.
"Sorry. Reflexes."
@AnUnknownElvhen The stout but lithe dwarf nearly flipped, literally, as he felt the head pat and tried to get the hell away from it. His crossbow, Ambrose, was out instantaneously, and pointed right at Fen's head.
"Whoa, there, Wolf."
@bloodmagicisme "All the time, Little Bird."
He smiled up at his friend, his smile making crinkles appear at the corners of his eyes. It's good to see Hawke. He'd been worried.
@bloodmagicisme "come drink with me tonight. Like old times."
He smiles wistfully, thinking of the old days. The viscount's mantle lay heavy on his shoulders, and he could use a break for the night.