Alistair closes his eyes, leaning his head on Cullen's shoulder. He wraps his arms more snugly around him.

It's not like he slipped too far during patrol. Hardly at all, really. But the reminder's never unwelcome: he's here, Cullen's here, they're together. Anyway, it's just nice being close to him.

(And kissing him to the point that he starts to forget about all those less-fun Commander duties. That too.)