[What must be going on in that head of his? The conversation's taken a turn that Wade wasn't expecting, and he's sure that Fenris must be as uncomfortable as he himself feels.

It's been quite some time since I've spoken about this at length. Not since... Hawke.

The enormity of that statement makes it difficult to think clearly. How long had Fenris carried this inside of him, without anyone knowing? How many people had simply assumed he was one of those dark and broody edgelord types without really understanding what he had been through?

Wade forces out a chuckle, less out of genuine mirth and more out of a complete lack of knowledge of how else to react.]

I mean... figured I owe you for the Skee-Ball game, so that puts us about even. Besides, I wasn't about to watch you die a second time.