IC Inbox (Drift Fleet)

[whatisright]

[Messages meant for Justice's communicator, or people visiting him.

Please mention method of contact and time of contact.]

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[apurrstate]

[Anders was reticent to let go so soon, so Justice continuing to hold on just as tightly is a welcome surprise. As is the hand in his hair which he can't help leaning into a little. But he's quiet as he listens to Justice and, when he finally responds, his voice is heavy with emotion.]

I'm very proud of you. To know you. To have you at my side. You're a braver and better person than I and I couldn't have asked for a better answer.

[Did part of him want to hear that Justice would happily go and live his life as normal? Definitely. He wasn't so deluded as to actually have been expecting that response. But Justice had done on his own what Anders had been too cowardly to decide for himself. Instead, he'd foisted the decision of his fate on Hawke and vowed to abide by whatever his love's choice would be.]

[whatisright]

[Justice nods into Anders' shoulder, relieved beyond words that Anders can accept this answer. It's the best he can give right now, because he really doesn't know what is right. He just knows what can be done and undone, and he doesn't want to do something that he can't undo later if he's not certain it's right.

It's just... so, so good to be so close with Anders again. He can feel Anders' presence singing in his skin, humming with relief, and now that the absence there is explained it doesn't feel so frightening. It's just a place where Justice fits.

Justice keeps petting Anders' hair, keeps a tight grip, and his eyes sting as he murmurs,] I have missed you, my friend.