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[He looks down at her hand around his wrist, features softening as he squeezes his glove being held in the very same hand.]

A person, or a place. We're told we must blend in here; get jobs, places to live...I could easily just accept that I am stuck here.

[Kyna bites her lip, shifting in place, not entirely sure what to say. So, as always, she defaults to her usual strategy.]

Hey.

[There's a slight teasing edge that creeps into her voice.]

Do you think I'm just gonna let you get a shitty job and give up?

[Somehow, that helps, because he just...laughs. Sometimes she reminds him too much of Hawke, except...maybe a little more like himself.]

You're ridiculous.

[But he means that in the most affectionate way possible. Not That he'll say that out loud.]

[Oh, hey. A laugh. Kyna grins, relieved and oddly proud for not screwing this one up.]

But you're still hanging out with me.

[He smile keeps, even.]

There must be something wrong with me.

Definitely.

[She gives his wrist another squeeze.]

Thanks for telling me all this.

[After a moment of hesitation he lifts his other gloved hand and gently lays it atop the one holding his wrist, giving a small squeeze of his own, but he's quick to not let the touch linger.]

Thank you...for listening.

[Kyna's always been a touchy-feely person. It's just the way she is, and sometimes it's the easiest way for her to connect with other people. Fenris doesn't really strike her as the type, though, and so when he squeezes her hand, for a split second she can't hide her surprise.]

Sure. Maybe... I don't know. Maybe things'll get easier?

Perhaps. It is not as if I haven't fought these thoughts before.

[It's just difficult to keep fighting them. But he's going to have to.]

I will just have to try harder.

I can try to help.

[Not that she really knows how, but...]

Even if you just need... company or something.

[Fenris laughs again, but this time it's a little more awkward.]

Company...would be nice.

[Leave him alone he's bad at this.]

Okay.

[She scoots closer, nudging her hip into his.]

I'd hang out with you more if you weren't always avoiding the safehouse.

[He instinctively leans against her slightly in response, not even realizing he's doing it.]

It's too crowded here.

[It's comforting whether he realizes it or not, so she doesn't move.]

Yeah, it fucking sucks. Where have you been going?

[He sighs, because even though he just got through freaking out about playing along to this kidnapping...]

I found someplace recently...to stay. It isn't much, but it's not here.

You did? Where? With what money?

[It's twenty questions time.]

[He glances about just to make sure no one is about to walk in.]

It's in a building not too far off from here. [An apartment building is the word he's looking for.] I've...been fighting in an underground arena to get by. It's really the only thing I can do.

It's a small place but it is far better than being crammed in here.

You what?

[She's... not sure how she feels about that, actually.]

Since when?

[Why does he suddenly feel bad?]

A while? The days just blur together here, Kyna.

[Also he's making a living getting the shit kicked out of him that tends to contribute to said blurring.]

I would have said something sooner but...I felt ashamed. Fighting like caged hounds for people who either have too much money and no idea what to do with it or the desperate. But it got me out of here.

[Her mouth twists.]

You don't have to be ashamed, it's just... what if you got hurt or something?

[And she didn't know and couldn't help, she means, but doesn't say.]

If getting hurt is the worst I have to worry about then that is an improvement from normal. I can take care of myself.

[Stop worrying so much, it's WEIRD and he doesn't know how to feel about it.]

I know that. That's not what I mean. Jerk.

[Is she going to say what she actually means? Nope.]

[Oh are they playing this game again? Not on his watch.]

Then perhaps you should say what you mean. Or would you rather dance around the issue as if someone put hot coals underneath your feet?

[That is... maybe the most direct callout she's ever gotten. He'd put Nico to shame. It basically corners her into talking.]

Oh my God. I mean if something happens I want to be able to help. Even if you're a badass who can take care of himself.

[It's great when a direct callout bites him in the ass and he suddenly doesn't know how to respond.

Even so, no regrets.]

I...[SIGH.] That is kind of you, but you needn't trouble yourself with such thoughts.

[Okay maybe little regrets.]

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