And now I'm looking for a reason why

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WHO: Maxwell Trevean and Gavin Ashara
WHAT: Goodbyes before taking off their respective missions
WHEN: Back from the Mire, before the next round of missions
WHERE: Herald's Rest
NOTES: N/a.

Maxwell knew his time at Skyhold would be short lived, he'd already received word about Lord Kildarn's request for aid and they would be shipping out for northern Ferelden soon. But, however momentary it might be, it was good be back at the castle. Out of the muck and rain of the mire, back in the sun and fresh breeze. Back where the liquor didn't come out of unlabeled bottles pulled from the mud and the food didn't look like it might slither off his plate at any moment.

The mission would come soon enough. And before he left, he'd need to finally reply to his mother's missive. Somehow.

But first, it was time for some indulgence at the Herald's Rest, at his favorite table on the second floor behind the stairs.

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Maxwell laughed and swayed his leg to bump Gavin's foot lightly.

"I would appreciate that, that's all. By all means, feel free to spoil me all you like."

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"Now I have to figure out what exactly would spoil you," He murmured, thoughtfully, but the grin hadn't disappeared.

"You could always give me a hint as to what you'd like," He teased, toes twitching, a mischievous glint in his eye. "I wouldn't want to surprise you with something you wouldn't appreciate, after all. I am to please."

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"I should think it fairly obvious," Maxwell murmured, glancing across at Gavin over his fork. Their eyes held a moment, then his lips twitched and he quickly filled his mouth.

After he'd chewed and swallowed, he said, "What about you though? Ser Mysterious and Worldly, what could you possibly want?"

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That look definitely made him pause for a heartbeat - two - but he caught himself quickly, relegating the reaction to only the slight reddening of his ears.

"Oh, I don't know," he cooed lowly. "I think I might already have it."

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Maxwell snorted, hunching slightly over his bowl. Mouth pulling hard to one side - the dimple flashing again - he looked up with a shake of his head.

"Aren't we a pair?"

(And it made his heart thump, warmth spreading across his chest.)