Alistair would like to say something, but it's abruptly rather difficult owing to the lump in his throat.

(It's still -- difficult, to remember they're on more equal footing now that the Inquisition is gone. To remember that Cullen isn't going to be whisked away for something more important any second now. To know it's safe to ask for things like this, without the tacit understanding that it doesn't matter as much as other things in Cullen's life.)

He manages another nod, trying not to break contact with Cullen's forehead overmuch.