"A year?!" Hawke's voice carries so that a few people leaving the station glance over, but no one really stops to pay them any mind. "Andraste's pyre, that's-"

He cuts himself off, realizing that if this is July, that's as good as Solace, and if its been over a year, then...

Hanging his head, Hawke pats Chris' shoulders again and drops his hands. "Right, well, no accounting for the passage of time is there? I'm here now, that's what matters."

Let's just forget that he's his forty years old now, that would make him feel a lot better.

"...I don't suppose I could bother you for some clothes? The flattery is rather nice but this being Duplicity, I think walking around naked will be taken as an invitation rather than something to clutch pearls over."