His smile steadies. Alistair nods; his hands slip down to take both of Cullen's, and he sneaks one more kiss before making his way to their bedrolls.

...Not that they have particularly far to go. It's a cozy tent, made cozier by the desk in the middle of it.

(Maybe Alistair will figure out what to say after some time in the quiet. Figure out what brought this on, as Cullen put it, even after a decent enough day.)