(Alistair did give him a reprieve from hair-ruffling before. He supposes he ought to give him another one now.
All bets are off once they're out of the springs, though.)
He starts to trace long arcs through the water with his feet, sending ripples across the pool. He's a grown man; he can be quiet. Cullen needs quiet more than Alistair needs talking. Not like Alistair came home with broken ribs and battle exhaustion, after all.
(Because he didn't go out to the Wilds. Because he wasn't there when Corypheus took over the body of one of his former fellows, like an archdemon leaping into the nearest darkspawn. Because -- )
Tap, tap, tap tap tap -- he realizes what he's doing and spreads his hands flat against the stone, leaning back against them. Harder to fidget that way.
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All bets are off once they're out of the springs, though.)
He starts to trace long arcs through the water with his feet, sending ripples across the pool. He's a grown man; he can be quiet. Cullen needs quiet more than Alistair needs talking. Not like Alistair came home with broken ribs and battle exhaustion, after all.
(Because he didn't go out to the Wilds. Because he wasn't there when Corypheus took over the body of one of his former fellows, like an archdemon leaping into the nearest darkspawn. Because -- )
Tap, tap, tap tap tap -- he realizes what he's doing and spreads his hands flat against the stone, leaning back against them. Harder to fidget that way.