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Dorian brought a sandwich and a packet of dried fruit into the tent. “I brought you some dinner.”
Altan glanced up from his notes. “Thanks. You can leave it here.” He patted the bedroll next to his crossed legs.
“Inquisitor, you really should eat,” Dorian said.
Altan shrugged. “I eat when I’m hungry. It’s fine.”
“I’m worried about you. You lose your appetite on missions.”
“And I binge when I’m at Skyhold. It all evens out.”
Dorian sat down next to Altan. “That’s not healthy.”
Altan put his notes aside, taking a bite of the sandwich. “Better?” he asked through a mouthful of food.
“Much.”
Altan ate about two thirds of the sandwich before setting it aside. He pulled back the blankets on his bedroll and slipped inside. “Thank you,” he whispered.
Dorian got into his bedroll beside Altan. The Hissing Wastes were blazing during the day, but chilly after sundown. Altan shivered and pulled his blankets up to his neck.
“Are you cold?” Dorian asked.
“A little,” Altan said. He reached out to take Dorian’s hand. He laced their fingers together and pulled Dorian’s hand to his chest, tucking it under the blanket.
“Do you intend to keep that?” Dorian asked, a small smile on his lips.
“It’s mine now,” Altan said. He smiled too and began to doze. Dorian soon followed.
*****
Dorian rolled over, and Altan bolted up, inhaling sharply.
“Are you alright?”
“‘M good,” Altan said, laying down. “Sorry.”
Dorian reached over to pet Altan’s hair. “Shh,” he whispered. “You’re tense.”
“Just got startled. ‘M fine.”
Dorian shuffled a bit closer to Altan. “You got startled when I rolled over?”
Altan pouted. “The Wastes just set me on edge a bit. Don’t worry.”
Dorian’s hand drifted down to Altan’s cheek, cupping it gently. “I can’t help but worry a little. Go back to sleep. I won’t let anything happen to our dear Inquisitor.”
The light from the campfire outside seeped into the tent and tinted their faces slightly orange. Altan blinked up at Dorian’s face, full of concern and care.
“You know, your mustache gets all lopsided when you sleep.”
Dorian narrowed his eyes. “Don’t remind me.”
Altan wrapped an arm around Dorian. “I like it. It adds character.”
Dorian huffed. “You are insufferable.”
Altan smiled. “You still like me though.”
“I do.”
“I like you too.”