[ he dips his head to kiss her hair, and the arm that encircles her waist enforces the likelihood that she's not going anywhere for awhile. ]

We both thought the other was being cruel.

[ and then they talked it out, like adults. ]

We are becoming better at this, [ he allows. his fingertips press into the small of her back, right before her skirts bloom out, as if he can just keep her close with so faint a touch. ] If not for our duties to the Inquisition, we would have spoken of this sooner.