Jolted out of his thoughts, Alistair looks up -- and then back down again, swiftly.

That's. Well. That's a sign he should've left, then, isn't it.

It's on the tip of his tongue to apologize, but he doesn't know for what, and while he knows neither of them are at their best, and Maker knows Alistair hasn't been an easy person to deal with since he came back from the Fade, he's trying not to apologize for -- for his existence so much anymore.

He scrubs a damp hand across his face, and rests his forehead against his palm.