[Oh. Oh, boy. OHHHH boy. Things could not get more fine. Once moment, he's distracting himself with the Skitty, and the next he's sweating bullets. Whatever those are.
As much as he'd come to not expect to see a familiar face here, and as much as he hoped he wouldn't, he's now starting to suspect that this in, in fact, a terrible nightmare. Hawke's presence compounds his anxiousness, which is, at this point, very close to graduating to sheer panic.
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As much as he'd come to not expect to see a familiar face here, and as much as he hoped he wouldn't, he's now starting to suspect that this in, in fact, a terrible nightmare. Hawke's presence compounds his anxiousness, which is, at this point, very close to graduating to sheer panic.
But he can hold it together.
Probably.]
It... wasn't me. She was just. Here.