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Back to Skyhold. Back to work.

Alistair resumes training with the Chargers a few days after his and Cullen's return; the company got back from Halamshiral just before the Basin group showed up, Bull explains, so he was giving them a rest before picking up exercises again. Krem fills Alistair in on all the details as they're exchanging blows. Some of it is just Orlesian Worst Game Ever nonsense, but since it ends with a whole lot of shamefaced nobles with no mercenaries to their names, Alistair's pretty damn pleased.

(Maybe he can get the new mercenaries in on his plan to dress up the training dummies in Orlesian garb. Hmmmmmm.)

Cullen's in a war room meeting by the time Alistair's done. He throws some water on his face and heads for the kitchens -- maybe he can split a small meal with Kieran before Morrigan's return.

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They aren't. Cullen drifts in that direction.

"If there's somewhere you'd rather be..." he murmurs.

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"No," he answers, low. "This is fine."

The music fades to silence as they descend the stairs. Absently, Alistair tucks his arms around himself to ward off some of the clammy chill.

(It's familiar, the same way the green light is familiar. It calms him further: another piece falling away. This'll be over soon.)

When they reach the library, he leans against one of the shelves -- then frowns and sweeps a cobweb off his shoulder.

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Cullen stops moving when Alistair stops. He's facing the desk, not looking at Alistair.





"I spoke to Samson today."

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Well. That explains the talk about side effects.

Alistair close his eyes and knead his forehead. His shoulders rise and fall on a silent sigh.

"All right." Quiet, and level. "Why?"

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"I wanted to know everything he knew about that orb Corypheus carries. It took some time. But he talked."

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"And why you and not Leliana?"

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Cullen doesn't move.





"Is that relevant?" Careful.

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Alistair looks away.

Considering you just said you're spread too thin, he thinks, yes, it's damn well relevant.

He's silent.

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"Giving him a second philter of lyrium daily," Cullen says finally, "was a more effective bargaining chip coming from me than from Leliana."

This is a reason. It's not the reason.

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"All right." Softer.

Carefully, Alistair pushes away from the shelves. He steps closer; brushes his fingertips over the back of Cullen's hand.

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Still careful: "Is that good enough?"

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"Yes."

He's pretty certain it's as much as Cullen will tell him. And Alistair's aware, even more acutely than usual, of how fragile this moment is.

A careful nudge: he slides his hand around Cullen's, palm-to-palm, and links their fingers together.

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Cullen doesn't move. "You wanted to know." Defensive.

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"And now I do," he says, calm.

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"I shouldn't have said what I did this morning."

Finally. Every word comes out slowly, stuck in molasses.

"But I had to."

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"I know."

The table's pretty fascinating. Maybe Alistair will join Cullen in looking at it for a while.

"I -- wish you'd said it sooner. I meant it, when I said I don't want to burden you."

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"As though being burdens to each other isn't what being with someone is all about," Cullen mutters.

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A crooked half-smile. There's not much heart to it.

"I'd hope we can aspire to a little more than that," he says.

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More flatly than he intends:

"Such as?"

(It's beginning to sink in that he said something he shouldn't have to Alistair, and then immediately ran off and did something that he knew would make him feel like hell for the rest of the day. Crime, and punishment.)

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Alistair draws a slow breath. Lets it out, just as slow.

And says, carefully, "Is that really all you think this is? Burdening each other?"

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"It's all anything is."

Cullen shrugs roughly, and passes a hand over his face, as though trying to wake himself. "Everything."

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"I don't agree."

Back to the quiet calm of before.

"Some things are. Not everything. That -- " He lifts his chin, eyes on the ceiling, to indicate the music they can't hear anymore. "That wasn't a burden. The exact opposite going by the looks on all their faces."

A pause.

Even quieter: "Including yours."

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Cullen blows out a sharp breath. "Alistair, we were playing for ourselves alone until everyone showed up. Then we stopped. You don't think Josephine and Leliana would have rather continued drinking wine on the balcony?"

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"Ignore the audience, then. Think about what it was like before everyone showed up. Was that a burden? Just the three of you?"

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Sharper: "Drop it, Theirin."