The real Varric is all of those things and more. And he doesn't give a shit that you are too.
[Some of his fondest memories consisted of her lazing about, drinking endlessly and talking about herself. Her more heroic moments might have gotten his blood pumping, but it was the quiet nights that made those pesky feelings of adoration start to swell.
He hated that it made her feel this way. Not because of the implication it had on their future (even if it did make his heart ache, the idea of her not feeling the same), but because it wasn't something he could make go away. He couldn't take back those words that he had said. Whether he liked it or not, he had changed the course of their friendship.
And he couldn't go back to just drinking and enjoying the company of his best friend.]
It's like I said, Hawke. If you really want it to stop, if you want me to go away, I will. I won't... push you like this.
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[Some of his fondest memories consisted of her lazing about, drinking endlessly and talking about herself. Her more heroic moments might have gotten his blood pumping, but it was the quiet nights that made those pesky feelings of adoration start to swell.
He hated that it made her feel this way. Not because of the implication it had on their future (even if it did make his heart ache, the idea of her not feeling the same), but because it wasn't something he could make go away. He couldn't take back those words that he had said. Whether he liked it or not, he had changed the course of their friendship.
And he couldn't go back to just drinking and enjoying the company of his best friend.]
It's like I said, Hawke. If you really want it to stop, if you want me to go away, I will. I won't... push you like this.
Just tell me what you want.