It had been a long, long time since he had heard from the elf, and he was accepting the fact that Zevran might have had second thoughts about that love 'confession' and needed his space. The qunari wasn't the kind to push, and was just going to let the other man decide if he wanted to ever come back to see him again or not.

(Somewhere in there, he was a little sad, though. He missed that nice voice and the softness of the tan skin under his calloused fingers.... or just talking, sharing.)

So it was a bit of a surprise to hear that Antivan lilt outside of the door to the night-guard's resting tower where he spent some private time when he could. "Zevran?"