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Sam raises a brow in return. "... You live there, too, you know."

"I do seem to have made myself home, haven't I?" Cyril teased a bit.

"Very. You do eat and sleep there, give or take, everyday with us. You've also made that room very much your own... Honestly I think you have more things in the room then I have in the house..." Besides purchasing furniture with Jim there wasn't much of his own personal stuff now that he thought about it.

Cyril seems to consider that for a moment. It was true that Sam didn't have a lot of personal things around while Cyril had packed his room with his beauty supplies, tools, and books.

"Would you like more things to call your own? I could always try to make you some things."

"Hm? Oh... um, no? Maybe?" Sam gives a soft chuckle at that, reaching up to rub the back of his neck in his usual fashion.

"I'm not complaining or anything, just kind of realized that fact after trying to make the point that you live there as much as Jim or I. I've got a lot more then I used to have, including a house, just I don't need all that much." He supposes in the back of his mind there's always the chance they'll be relocating again, and in actuality he wasn't set in settling down in Kirkwall when everything was said and done.

"You know, I used to think the same thing. Growing up on the move, you can't have a lot because everything you own you have to be able to carry. But I want to prove that I plan on staying with you for a long time, so I've taken to collecting things that interest me."

He nudges Sam gently. "So what would you like to collect?"

Sam hums lightly as he hears that. For him it was more having to leave a lot of stuff behind because of the Blight, and then he was put in the Circle which he only owned the clothes on his back and dibs on one particular bed.

Cyril's admittance has him grinning though, brow raising slightly for a different reason. "Well you're certainly proving that. Saying 'our' house would probably do so more." He'd like to hear that, considered the house all of theirs, but he'd take one step at a time.

"Collect?" Sam makes a face at that moment. "I don't... know. So far it seems like animals and people is what I've been collecting."

Cyril is just going to ignore that comment about the use of 'our.'

"Wait, that's a good point! The animals. You have them, and they need a home. That helps make it feel real doesn't it?"

You do that, Cyril.

That logic has Sam making a snort as he tries not to laugh too loudly a to not pull unneeded attention to them as they walked home. "Well technically I was already 'collecting' animals back in Skyhold when all I had was the loft." He left the chicken there, and Jim picked up a dog since then. "I'm not sure if it makes it any more real, but it is nice to have them. I don't plan on filling the house with animals though." He doesn't want to go crazy with that.

"I've already got a lot more then I ever expected having. I just don't need a whole lot of stuff."

"People and pets probably mean more anyway," Cyril points out. "And if you ever need anything else, why you can borrow it from me."

He offers Sam a bit of a goofy smile, showing that he's meaning to tease Sam more than anything.

One of Cyril's favorite past-times; teasing him.

Even though he knows Cyril is teasing, Sam still makes a face, a thoughtful one, and hums. "What pray chance would I borrow from you?"

"Books?" Cyril suggests. "I always loved getting my hands on them when I could, but I could never keep very many. Now I can have as much as I'd like - within reason."

Sam snorts amusingly at that. "What kind of books are we talking about? Mind you the Circle was practically a maze of shelves of books." That's an exaggeration, it wasn't a maze. "But they were all about magic and serious subjects. Nothing recreational."

"Oh, I have a lot of novels. And books about invention. A lot of stories about dwarves..." Cyril offered with a bit of a chuckle.

"I probably should get some magic books."

"Dwarves?" He's definitely giving you that look that says 'really?'. Because why dwarves?

"Probably should? Well I suppose you could get ones with history and such, but any with runes... not sure how common those are. Course there still might be some in the Gallows... but they might want to keep those there."

"Of course dwarves, have you seen half of the things they make? Their mechanisms are second to none," Cyril replied, as if that explained everything. Even despite how shallow he could act, he was still an artificer through and through.

"I'd give anything to see Orzammar for myself, but alas I have to stick to reading about it in books instead."

"Well mechanisms isn't the first thing I think about when you say stories about dwarves." Be pictured... well, a story. Like an adventure.

When Cyril mentions wanting to see Orzammar, specifically 'giving anything' to do that, Sam makes a face, one that doesn't look too thrilled and perhaps a bit heartbroken. It isn't Cyril's fault, he knows what he means, but the choice of words bring back a lot of images and memories from the time he was sent to the future. Cryil with scars across his face, any cheer drained away from him, and forced to live underground in Orzammar.

"I can do without seeing it for a while... again."

Cyril face fell a bit. "Right. I forgot what you..." He came closer to Sam and nuzzled him a bit. "We're not in the future right now, Sam. I'm still right here."

Sam sighs heavily when he feels Cyril trying to comfort him, muttering a soft 'sorry'. He was trying to make Cyril feel better and now here he was causing worry. For the most part he had worked through most of the issues he had from that experience, but from time to time there were those moments, just like now.

"I know... and you were there in the future, too. It was me who disappeared for a while..." He takes in a deep breath and tries to calm himself a bit. "Sorry. Orzammar obviously holds some bad memories for me, especially when it comes to you."

"Samouel, you never have to apologize for responding to something traumatic," Cyril offered gently. "Not to me, not to anyone. And if anyone else tries to make you feel differently you tell me and I'll plant a spike trap in their bed."

He takes Sam's hand firmly. "If you need to talk about it, I'm here."

It's much easier for him to listen than to talk about the things that bother him, honestly. And he had somehow managed to get out the major issue on his mind this time. He could be there for Sam in return.

He chuckles at Cyril's threat of a spike trap, finding it amusing at what lengths Cyril will go, but equally hoping he wasn't serious. Please don't put spike traps in people's beds, Cyril.

More then likely he'd end up being the one to heal them up.

"I know, but... at the same time it isn't fair that I trample on things you want to do. It's just hard to deal with sometimes. If it was a nightmare it would be easier to forget I think, but it's an actual memory which makes it hard to get past sometimes."

Cyril nodded at that and patted Sam's arm lightly. "Did you want to tell me about it?"

"No.... Not tonight at least," he says, smiling softly. "It's not something to talk about after drinks." At least not for him. "We already had one major talk today also. Got to spread them out, right?"

Cyril nodded at that. He could accept that and let Sam come to it on his own. After all, Cyril understood that feeling. "It's much more a 'share each other's body heat' kind of night anyway."

"Isn't that what 'kind of night' it is almost all the time?" Referring to how often Cyril comes to join Jim and him in their room.