Alistair shifts to make himself more comfortable against Cullen, the laughter petering out into a contented sigh.

Somewhere quiet, but not alone. (Even better: somewhere around a person who understands.) Somewhere with enough distractions to keep the shadows back. Maybe he needn't freeze his toes off in the Undercroft whenever he needs to pull himself together.

And it could be another way to help, he thinks: get Cullen to take lunch or dinner with him as a means of getting him to take a break. They'll both benefit.

It's...good, to think of ways he can still be of use, even when his mind's an awful mess.