The law has never been on his side, has never worked for him. He doesn't have faith in things being dealt with, and he's worried about overburdening Kaidan and Teren. But he can't deny Nate his hope that something could or would be done. That someone else would find it intolerable too.
"In the morning," he says tiredly. "In the morning we can speak with them. I don't want to disrupt anything else."
That he's been a part of ruining Twisted Fate's party is weight enough on his shoulders. Waking the two senior Wardens is too much.
"It's not like someone's going to come into our tent to hit me." Probably. Maker. He almost wishes someone would try for him in front of one of the people who care, but at the same time he doesn't want this to be on anyone else.
"Not without me hitting them first." Nathaniel nudges Anders' back to urge him back into the tent. "I'm not going to make you rest, but you should rest. Even if you don't sleep."
"I'll lay down, at the least." He's not sure he can fall asleep on his own, but it isn't like he has anyone available he can sleep with. His chances with Fate are blown, and neither Zevran nor Isabela are the sleepover type. Maybe he could ask Nate. The hug had been welcome.
"If..." Except no. No. The man's in enough danger simply sleeping so close to him every night. Anders can't ask to share Nate's cot. If he has a nightmare, or gets tangled in the blankets and forgets where he is, if one of a thousand things happen, he could hurt his closest friend. Not only that, he doesn't need to get Nate's name moved from Justice's 'dislike' list to the 'hated' list.
"Be careful. That's all. And thank you." He should tell Nate to run, to get out of there, to find safer friends, but he can't. Anders pulls the blankets back on his cot, disturbing Purrelden's rest underneath them, and scoops her up gently before climbing in and ignoring her disgruntlement and tiny claws.
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"In the morning," he says tiredly. "In the morning we can speak with them. I don't want to disrupt anything else."
That he's been a part of ruining Twisted Fate's party is weight enough on his shoulders. Waking the two senior Wardens is too much.
"It's not like someone's going to come into our tent to hit me." Probably. Maker. He almost wishes someone would try for him in front of one of the people who care, but at the same time he doesn't want this to be on anyone else.
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"If..." Except no. No. The man's in enough danger simply sleeping so close to him every night. Anders can't ask to share Nate's cot. If he has a nightmare, or gets tangled in the blankets and forgets where he is, if one of a thousand things happen, he could hurt his closest friend. Not only that, he doesn't need to get Nate's name moved from Justice's 'dislike' list to the 'hated' list.
"Be careful. That's all. And thank you." He should tell Nate to run, to get out of there, to find safer friends, but he can't. Anders pulls the blankets back on his cot, disturbing Purrelden's rest underneath them, and scoops her up gently before climbing in and ignoring her disgruntlement and tiny claws.