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No Orlesian nobles pounded down their door to demand their hound back, so when Alistair and Cullen left Halamshiral, the newly-dubbed Gruyere happily trotted alongside their horses.

A few weeks after -- which included some quiet conversation, a few orders placed with a few merchants, and almost an entire extra pack of gifts slung over one of their mounts -- Gru just as happily trotted along as they turned for South Reach.

Years of correspondence led Alistair to build an elaborate image of Cullen's family in his mind; Mia, perhaps, more fully realized than the others, but everyone with a name and a voice to match their letters. They're...not wholly inaccurate? But Mia's definitely shorter than he expected, and one or two of the children a little louder.

(Mia's voice, however, adopts exactly the pitch he imagined it would when Alistair brings up the whole I'm-your-brother-in-law-now thing.)

It's a nice place. Just the right kind of rambunctious, with all the kids running around; just the right kind of homey.

If only Cullen weren't -- well, reacting more or less precisely how Alistair worried he'd react to the reunion.

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"But I'm not."

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Alistair looses another long, quiet breath, turns his gaze to the ceiling, and doesn't answer.

There's no fresh tension: he isn't upset. Just -- very much aware, in the moment, of how useless any further deflection would be.

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He could pull away and make things worse. But it would be counterproductive.

(Cullen is well aware of what's really bothering him. It's not knowing what to do about it that's the problem.)

So instead Cullen does his best to slip his arms around Alistair -- to cling in some fashion -- and says, barely audible, "I want you as yourself. Always have. Always will."

(Cullen gets to say 'always.')

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Carefully, Alistair rolls to the side -- not to shake Cullen off, but to give him more room to cling.

And to cling back in kind, a little.

"Even when I'm insufferable?"

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"If you were truly insufferable," Cullen points out, insufferably, "I wouldn't have suffered you in the first place."

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He huffs a laugh.

"Slain by your infallible logic once again," he murmurs, warmly, before he kisses Cullen.

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"'S why you keep me around," Cullen mumbles into his mouth.

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"Mmm."

Another long kiss; idly, he hooks one leg around Cullen's.

"And for this," he whispers once it breaks. "This is nice, too."

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"It clearly couldn't have been for my personality."

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Half-laughing: "Do you want me to argue that by showering you in embarrassing compliments?"

He mouths a short line of kisses, ending at Cullen's pulse.

"Because I will."

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Cullen, shivering, pulls back long enough to give Alistair a look that's a little considering, a little beady.

"True ones?"

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"I've never given you an untrue compliment, love."

He's smiling as he says it, carding his fingers through Cullen's hair, but his clear-eyed look is completely earnest.

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Cullen reddens.

And continues, stubbornly, "Truth isn't embarrassing."

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Serenely: "I agree."

Another kiss, lighter.

"But it can be terribly mushy, especially if I start going on about your bravery and integrity for a while."

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Cullen makes a disgusted noise and looks away.

"Those things aren't -- that's not what it's about."

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A soft laugh. (It sounds a little apologetic.)

"I'll talk about something else, then," he promises, softly, and cradles Cullen's cheek.

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Cullen closes his eyes, as though to hide.

Mumbled: "Could've just said something nice about my arse. All you needed to do."

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"Your arse is more beautiful than a palace sculpture."

He kisses Cullen's forehead, smile going crooked.

"And I love you."

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Cullen's mouth tightens, eyes still closed.

He shouldn't protest further. It won't help.

I don't know what's wrong with me, he thinks, miserably.

(He's not particularly brave, is the thing. His integrity... well. He knows just how selfish he is, and Alistair ought to know it too. And every time Alistair brings it up -- every time -- Cullen is the one who feels like a liar.)

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Alistair stays quiet. Keeps running his fingers through Cullen's hair, gently.

(He wants to keep talking -- keep trying to reassure Cullen -- but it won't help.)

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"I need a moment." Hoarsely. "Just -- I'm stepping out for a moment. Please?"

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Alistair's gotten better, over the years, at schooling his disappointment quickly: catching himself before his shoulders can slump or his brow can crease up with worry.

So even though his heart clenches, all he does is nod, and let his hand drift away from Cullen's hair.

Very soft, he says, "I'll be here."

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Cullen doesn't quite bolt out of the room -- but he doesn't linger, either, only pausing to pick up his shirt. Once he's got the door open, Alistair can hear Cullen take in a long, swift breath and let it out.

In the kitchen Cullen pours himself some water, hands trembling slightly. He drinks it in one go. He runs his fingers through his hair, making it much bigger than it ought to be.

Then he sits down beside Gru, slinging an arm over the mabari's shoulders, and absently begins to ruffle his ears.

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In the bedroom, Alistair rolls onto his belly, shoves both arms under the pillow, and drops his face against it. Much better to muffle the vehement, self-loathing dammit that follows.

Gru isn't sure why Cullen is out of the bedroom so soon -- usually the humans lock the door for much longer than that! -- but he's pleased with the attention: back leg thumping, he nuzzles up to Cullen and tries to lick his cheek.

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Cullen leans his face away, muttering, "If I'm not letting Alistair do it, you can't either."

He then thinks about that and gives a depressed sigh.