“So the plan is starving?” he asks drily, taking another pull of whisky before again attempting to make her take the damn flask. “Sounds fantastic. Just as long as you keep me in the loop.”

There’s no quibbling or denying or bullshit. He has plenty of what-the-fuck in him, but that look in Hawke’s eyes is scaring him. The most important thing is making sure she still has some will to live. Hawke is a vampire- massively fucked up? Yeah, no shit. But it’s a thing and brooding won’t fix it. All that’s left is taking care of her. Figuring out how to move forward.