For the moment, all Hawke does is hold onto Chris and breathe. He can feel that he's teetering on the edge of... something. He can't tell what, can't tell if its too dark or too bright or just too much, but it feels that the only thing holding him steady is Chris and he can't let go just yet, even with his face burning in embarrassment for having fallen into this so quickly. He needed it, he knows he did, but Chris was not wrong.

Barely a a couple hours after seeing me again...and you just had to spread your legs for me.

But it's not that he's fallen to hungry depravity immediately on his return. If he had, he would hardly feel embarrassment for it. It's that it's Chris. That he trusts Chris with this that he could hardly manage to trust anyone else with. That Chris takes that seriously, knows him well enough to know where the difficulties lie and moves so fluidly around them as if - or because - his relationship with Hawke is familiar and comfortable ground to tread. Chris feels safe.

Hawke's next breath is a soft and shuddering sound, a bit wet around the edges, and he keeps his face firmly planted against Chris' cheek and neck so the younger man can't yet get a good look at him. "Sorry. That was more intense than I usually..."

He swallows, barely resisting the urge to apologize again, not noticing he already has. "I just need... to pull myself together..."