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[howtoactfereldan]

Cullen sets a brisk pace on their way back to Skyhold. He's been away long enough; he's ready to relieve Briony; he's ready to go about receiving full intelligence reports from Leliana instead of the truncated, heavily coded ones he receives in the field.

He is also ready to personally see to the laundering of his coat.

And Cullen is also ready to take at least half a day, and preferably more, to revel in solid walls and doors that lock.

As they ride through the sally port, Cullen glances over at Alistair. "I'll need to see Briony, and then I'll likely be called to the war room -- you're going to see Kieran?"

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[howtoactfereldan]

"Nightmares, Alistair."

[bringspeopletogether]

Alistair pats Cullen, reassuringly.

"I'll destroy the prototypes immediately and never breathe another word," he says.

[howtoactfereldan]

"You mean you'll eat the prototypes immediately."

Pause.

"And leave me here alone. Forsaken for cheese."

[bringspeopletogether]

"I never said that," protests Alistair. He drops another kiss on Cullen's temple. "I'll share all my cheese trebuchets with you. Part of that 'what's mine is yours' business."

[howtoactfereldan]

"You can have it," Cullen says generously.

[bringspeopletogether]

Alistair bursts into laughter.

"The sweetest thing you've ever said to me -- " is all he gets out.

[howtoactfereldan]

"...I am bad at this."

[bringspeopletogether]

Still laughing, Alistair rolls over to put himself on top of Cullen, bracing his arms on the mattress just above Cullen's shoulders.

"You're fine at it," he says. "More than fine. And I love you."

[howtoactfereldan]

"Even though you're much better at actually saying it than I am?" Running his hands up and down Alistair's sides.

[bringspeopletogether]

He arches, a little.

"Even then," he says. "You've plenty of other ways of showing it."

[howtoactfereldan]

Cullen gives him a crooked, awkward smile.

Quiet: "Do you mind, though?"