Chris doesn't try to keep hold when Hawke pulls away, just keeps a weather eye on him to make sure he's good. When he proves he is, Chris nods and leads them into the building proper. Though, not before shooting Hawke a puzzled look for the comment. Puzzlement that gives way to a more distant look of consideration. "Right..."
Had he been? He had...when had that started? Or why hadn't it started before?
No, that required some inner focus he wasn't willing to put in right now, he'd just have to be more aware of himself. Hawke wasn't...he wasn't one of the people kept in a radius, that Chris kept at the end of appeals and enticements and sweet word.
That hadn't been him when Hawke had known him-
"Right here." He's lead them down a nearly frigid hallway for how the AC blasts, but he unlocks a plain looking door and steps inside with the full expectation Hawke will come in and lock the door behind them.
Inside, just to the left is a door still standing open and showing a full, if small, bathroom. To the right stand cupboards with open fronts: non-perishable foods and rations stocked as well as water and booze and potions. A table sits on the right hand wall just beyond them, a small store of potions still piled up on the sheet that rests over rectangular shapes. In fact, a lot of the room is odd shapes covered with white sheets, mostly lined along the walls, though there's one or two still out in the open space. The far wall from the door boasts a large bed with purple sheets and full metal frame complete with loops and hooks. To the left is a window, an enchantment of daylight spilling from it and across two chairs below: one straight-backed with a cushion and the other overly wide and soft.
Chris barely looks at any of it, if anything, he almost avoids looking at it as he digs through a cupboard and unearths a pair of black jeans and fairly loose tunic-style shirt in charcoal gray. Not too dissimilar from what he's currently wearing, just minus the leather jacket he was still ever-sporting. "Here we are. Maybe you ought take a shower and I can do a run over to public housing? I could try and steal your clothes for you. Or, if these fit, you can keep them."
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Had he been? He had...when had that started? Or why hadn't it started before?
No, that required some inner focus he wasn't willing to put in right now, he'd just have to be more aware of himself. Hawke wasn't...he wasn't one of the people kept in a radius, that Chris kept at the end of appeals and enticements and sweet word.
That hadn't been him when Hawke had known him-
"Right here." He's lead them down a nearly frigid hallway for how the AC blasts, but he unlocks a plain looking door and steps inside with the full expectation Hawke will come in and lock the door behind them.
Inside, just to the left is a door still standing open and showing a full, if small, bathroom. To the right stand cupboards with open fronts: non-perishable foods and rations stocked as well as water and booze and potions. A table sits on the right hand wall just beyond them, a small store of potions still piled up on the sheet that rests over rectangular shapes. In fact, a lot of the room is odd shapes covered with white sheets, mostly lined along the walls, though there's one or two still out in the open space. The far wall from the door boasts a large bed with purple sheets and full metal frame complete with loops and hooks. To the left is a window, an enchantment of daylight spilling from it and across two chairs below: one straight-backed with a cushion and the other overly wide and soft.
Chris barely looks at any of it, if anything, he almost avoids looking at it as he digs through a cupboard and unearths a pair of black jeans and fairly loose tunic-style shirt in charcoal gray. Not too dissimilar from what he's currently wearing, just minus the leather jacket he was still ever-sporting. "Here we are. Maybe you ought take a shower and I can do a run over to public housing? I could try and steal your clothes for you. Or, if these fit, you can keep them."