@pcrseverance
Varric told him not to. Well, he hinted at it, anyway, but it hadn’t been direct words, and he knew Hawke liked to be slippery with exact phrasing. So basically, he was asking Hawke to do it. Right? You didn’t just tell a person like Garrett Hawke things unless you wanted him to do something about it. Varric knew that better than most. An invitation, then, he figured.
He skipped past the murals in the very round room and turned the corner, heading outside to the pathway. It seemed a little inconvenient for an office. Wouldn’t everyone be coming and going? Perhaps the man liked being interrupted?
Hawke paused before the door. He hadn’t really had an opinion much on Cullen Rutherford. Distaste at some of his comments, initially, but the man had stood up where it mattered - though it would have been nice if he had stood up before that. Technically, he didn’t do it until Hawke’s life was threatened, which was surprising. Hawke had never put much stock in his own life.
Shaking his head, he burst into the room. “Guess who’s back?!” he sing songed with a wide grin.