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That might be preferable. At least I would still look like myself.

[AND NOT LIKE BABY BROTHER!!!!]

[that snort may have just come from him fighting not to laugh.]

I think people would notice a lack of eyes more than a lack of beard.

Oh? Would you have yelled and kicked me if you'd woken up and I had no eyes, as well, then?

[Suddenly the conversation takes a turn for the ridiculous and Hawke feels a tiny bit better. >.>]

...I was half asleep, and I didn't recognise you at all. How would you react to that? [he has the decency to be ashamed about that, at least.] Where did I kick you?

[It's Hawke's turn to snort. He really can't tease Anders at all.]

Probably not well.

[No point in being anything less than honest, here. Without pulling out of the embrace, he'll reach back to take hold of Anders' wrist and guide his hand to the injured area, which is actually still quite painful.]

Here. It was quite a good one, too.

[Without hesitating, Anders casts a healing spell over the area.]

I'm sorry. I didn't mean to kick you.

I know you didn't.

[He'll sigh and relax a bit once the pain is taken care of.]

...I guess we should probably get something to eat now that we're awake.

[Next step to dealing with this upsetting occurrence: Not dealing with it by dealing with something else instead!]

I am quite hungry. Do we have anything?

[...ugh.]

No. I was going to go to the market today.

[And he supposes he still is...]

We could find breakfast somewhere first, though. [and then he realises something--] If you got food stuck in your beard now, would you be able to tell?

[That gets another little snort of laughter from him.]

Probably not. It doesn't feel any different.

[He'll start pulling away now, a little reluctantly]

Let's get ready to go out, then.

[Even though he kind of wants to go back to bed and hide his face under a pillow, he'll go out anyway because Anders suggested it.]

Then after eating, you should probably wash your face before attempting to kiss me.

[Definitely teasing now. Hawke seems to bring that side out in him, especially now. Stop sulking, Hawke, he can still tell.]

[Anders, you don't understand his pain!!!!!!]

Why? You've never complained before.

Normally I can tell where the bits of food are.

[But since Hawke seems to be honestly ~~and adorably~~ upset, he'll take his hand as he leads him back out of the bathroom, giving it a reassuring squeeze.]

[Somehow it's hard to be too upset that Anders is teasing him like this when he goes and holds Hawke's hand like that while he does it.]

I should think it would be even easier to see them, now, wouldn't you?

So either the food turns invisible as well, or you'll have bits of grease hovering above your chin.

[Ugh, neither of those possibilities is at all appealing.]

...Maybe I'll just hold off on breakfast.

[...and now he feels bad.]

I'd tell you if there was anything. You need to eat.

[Okay, that coaxes a smile out of him, because usually, it's Hawke saying that to Anders.]

That's a switch.

[He's a healer who worries about other people, that doesn't mean he can't neglect himself. He hasn't been overworking himself lately, though, so:]

It is?

Usually it's me telling you you need to eat.

Then let me take care of you for a change. [he leans in to kiss him softly on the lips, reassuringly.] I could go buy us both something if you'd rather not go out.

You're always taking care of me. [He can't help smiling a little when Anders kisses him, and squeezes his hand in response] I'll go out with you.

Good. Then let's get dressed.