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[sketchycharacter]

"This is Nate. Leave a message and I'll probably get back to you."

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[otiosity]

Why not?

You're not that ugly. I mean Elena definitely has you beat in all departments but still.

[sketchycharacter]

Agreed entirely. And it just isn't something that ever interested me. I'd rather be out there, getting my hands dirty, in the middle of the action.

[otiosity]

Wouldn't all your tree climbing and treasure madness be a good show?

{Her brow is furrowed like she is trying adorably hard to understand all of this.]

[sketchycharacter]

Hawke. It's not all legal.

[It's more illegal than not.]

[otiosity]

But the treasure doesn't belong to anyone. Why is it illegal to take it? Isn't the point of treasure that anyone can find it.

[SHE'S INDIGNANT IN A SPECIAL WAY ONLY SOMETHING WITH A RUNNY NOSE AND WEARING PAJAMAS CAN BE]

[sketchycharacter]

Some of it does. Plus even if it's fair game, some of the stuff we do to get it isn't on the up and up.

[Trespassing, assault, a lot of destruction of property...]

[otiosity]

Your world is very strange.

[SNIFFS. Like he's being ridiculous.]

[sketchycharacter]

Ain't that the truth.

[He agrees with Hawke, but not for the same reason.]

[otiosity]

[Hawke is silent for a few minutes as she watches the show before she slowly lets her head drop onto Nate's shoulder. He's now firmly in her "safe" category and she's not afraid to be a little vulnerable around him. The mask cracks a little bit.]

You know. Being sick is miserable but this makes it not so bad. Is that what people do when they're ill? Just watch shows the whole time?

[sketchycharacter]

[His shoulders are broad, yet soft. She's welcome to one of them as long as she doesn't get snot on it.]

Yeah, a lot of the time. Sometimes I do. Elena says I'm whiny when I'm sick, but I think being sick is worth a good whine.

[otiosity]

[No promises! She has the decency to sneeze into a tissue at least. And at his comment, she snorts in the middle of blowing her nose.]

You? Whining? Perish the thought.

[sketchycharacter]

I know, right? I can't even imagine whining.

[He doesn't have to when he can just remember doing it.]

[otiosity]

I bet you do whine though. You look like an ideal candidate for the man-flu. Collapsed on the couch with a stuffy nose crying for your wife to bring you tea.

[She flops more firmly against him. As if to imitate him prone on the couch asking for Elena.]

[sketchycharacter]

I wouldn't cry.

[He elbows her gently. Semi-gently.]

I'd stare at her mournfully until she decided on her own to bring me tea.

[otiosity]

If I stare mournfully at you, will you bring me tea?

[She glances over at him and does her best to look really pathetic.]

[sketchycharacter]

Nope.

[She does look pathetic, but that's the only successful part of the look.]

[otiosity]

Do I need to sniffle a bit more? Sneeze and groan some?

[She's mostly teasing. He's already letting her rest her head on his shoulder and that's really all she wants.]

[sketchycharacter]

That's going to make it even less likely. Just sit and relax and enjoy the show, you weenie. Your cold will pass.

[otiosity]

If you ever catch anything I won't show you any sympathy.

[She sniffles, wipes her nose on her sleeve, and settles against him. She's always surprised and yet not surprised at how comfortable she is around Nate. He's like Varric in that way, she supposes, everyone just feels at ease around him and he's good at drawing people in without being overbearing.]

[sketchycharacter]

[They also have the chest hair in common.]

I'll cross that bridge when I come to it. And then it'll probably explode behind me.

[otiosity]

[Maybe that's what she finds comforting. She yawns a little.]

Perhaps your nose will explode too. That would be fitting.

[sketchycharacter]

And painful. Yowch.

[otiosity]

So perhaps you ought to be a bit more kind to the people around you.

Namely me.

[sketchycharacter]

Eh. What's in it for me? I'll think about it.

[otiosity]

Me doing my best not to sneeze in your face? Also the satisfaction of helping your sick friend who just fought her way through an entire slave arena.

[She's but an innocent lass with a head cold.]