Jesse wishes he could have heard those words two hours ago, before they set out into the Hinterlands and everything went sideways. If he’d heard it then, he might have believed it, propriety be damned. Because Sen is the Inquisitor, savior of Thedas and Herald of Andraste and whatever other flowery title he’d been bestowed with. Jesse would be mad to even think of seriously propositioning him. But even that might not stop him if…
But Sen is right, he is speaking from a place of exhaustion and blood loss. Jesse has heard weirder things from the injured on the battlefield, so he packs up his feelings and sets them aside, already knowing it’ll keep him up that night.
“We’ll… we’ll revisit that when you’ve had a chance to get those head wounds looked at, yeah? C’mon now—” He slips an arm around behind Sen and eases him up into a sitting position. He’s starting to become aware of his own aches and pains, the shallow cuts and bruises. Thank the Maker he hadn’t been hurt worse, or they’d both be doomed here.
“Flirting would be a good way to go out in my opinion, but let’s not make today that day.”
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We can skip to them at camp from here if you want!
But Sen is right, he is speaking from a place of exhaustion and blood loss. Jesse has heard weirder things from the injured on the battlefield, so he packs up his feelings and sets them aside, already knowing it’ll keep him up that night.
“We’ll… we’ll revisit that when you’ve had a chance to get those head wounds looked at, yeah? C’mon now—” He slips an arm around behind Sen and eases him up into a sitting position. He’s starting to become aware of his own aches and pains, the shallow cuts and bruises. Thank the Maker he hadn’t been hurt worse, or they’d both be doomed here.
“Flirting would be a good way to go out in my opinion, but let’s not make today that day.”