[Anders gasps as he's pulled a little further up, any enjoyment he would have taken from the closeness lost to pain and dizziness. The pause gives him time to gather his thoughts again, which is important as it takes a moment for what Hawke asks to properly sink in.]

Us?

[He must be confused, the work of the poison or something else turning the words to what he wants to hear. It can't be what it sounds like.]

You never... I tried, I thought you knew how I...

[Instinctively he pulled away from Hawke, wincing as pain throbbed dully through his shoulder but still wanting to face the other man.]

Why are you asking me now? After all this time of ignoring how I feel?