The kisses and sweet words peppered between have him smiling and warm and so full of love bursting and rushing through his veins better than his blood ever could. He doesn't move his hand away, but the strokes are gentle and slow like the kiss Hawke bestows upon him. When they pull apart again, he looks at Anders with that warmth and what he says...it's truth. It must be because Hawke said it in that way he does when there's no argument to be had.

He hopes there's never a day where he can hear these words, see that face, and know this feeling and find he no longer feels like he must have cheated. He must have to be even thought deserving of what love Hawke had to offer. His sun. His light in the darkness.

He shifts so his other hand can sweep back through Hawke's hair to push back what hung in his face while the hand on Hawke's length paused, only his thumb brushing idly over the delicate skin. Amber eyes swept from feature to feature: smooth skin, creased lines, ice blue eyes, that crook in Hawke's nose Anders loved to kiss. He took stock of it all in a detailed and reverent way he hadn't indulged in for some time. "I love you so fully and hopelessly, Adalwolfe Hawke. You are the sun in my sky, keeping me warm and lighting my way through whatever darkness or demons or evil seeps in. There you are to keep me whole, sane, and safe. I wonder if you have any idea how much you mean to me and all that I would do for you."