Yet again he looks stunned. One of his greatest fears is that he'll fail yet again and be given up on. If he wasn't already possessed, he'd be greatly worried right now. Desire and Wrath have always been his biggest weaknesses, and this falls strongly under the umbrella of the former. But it's real. Justice's stony, angry silence in his head says as much.

"You'll have mine," he says quietly. He doesn't deserve this at all, this affection, this faith, this man. But he hadn't deserved being locked up, or chased, or having so many people taken from him. Does it balance? Does it matter?

"I..." Anders shakes his head and leans forward to press his temple to Nate's, giving the archer's hand a squeeze. "Can you manage another sip of tea? I saw your face, I know it's not sitting well with you, but you need some fluids."

Looking after someone is far easier and safer than talking about emotions, after all. Especially when the other person is running a very high fever.