[Anders' eyes widen as Hawke pulls him into a hug, and it's surprising enough that for a moment he almost resists. But then Hawke's arms around him, and all he can do is lean into it, turning sideways and letting his head drop onto Hawke's shoulders. His hands come up to grip his forearm tight, as if scared he'll let go again.

He's still fighting the tears. His body is tense, and he's quiet, trying to hold it back because what right does he have to be breaking down? It was his own choice. It was the right choice. It has to have been.

He can't even answer. He wipes at his face and closes his eyes, though neither does any good. He'd like to promise, but he doesn't trust himself.

It's several minute before he gets himself under enough control to say anything again.]

I tore up your life, everything that you've built, everything-- And you're the one comforting me.

[he shakes his head, drawing in a shaky breath.]

I've always been a coward. The best of me... that's always been him.