[ At that, Hawke simply huffs. Though, that's not all he has to say on the matter, and mutters under his breath—almost as if reading Fenris' thoughts, ]

Gamlen has a lot to say about everything.

[ Especially when it's nothing. Even after all these years the man has never learned how to keep his mouth shut. It's part of his charm. Or... something like it. Probably. Maybe. A little.

But, moving on from that, Hawke stares straight ahead for a moment or two. After all that he's been through, there is no one, has been no one, who's been able to make the disquiet in Hawke's mind slow quite like Fenris. There's so much he can attribute to him and maybe Hawke doesn't tell him enough. So, he stops again, but this time moves around so he's standing in front of Fenris. One hand lifts and he brushes the ever present fringe away from Fenris' eyes and shifts his hand to follow along the side of his face to cup his cheek and further until he can hook a couple fingers under Fenris' jaw to tip his head back a little. A tender warmth suffuses under his skin and the smile he wears is wholly affectionate. ]

I value our time together more than anything. [ Dipping his head down he rests his forehead against Fenris' for a brief moment before angling slightly to press a soft kiss against his lips. ] It's far more than pleasant no matter where we are. Even in space, apparently.