( He bangs his fist on the door right after it shuts, loud enough that Fenris would likely hear it. He doesn't care how desperate he seems, or how much he's going to hate himself later for begging for the elf's help.
He has to get out here, for his own well being and those of any others that might be injured. His fist hits the door once more before he settles back, accepting his fate all too quickly with a muttered curse and a huff. When the door opens again, Anders isn't even relieved. Instead, he just stays where he is, with his arms folded across his chest and a pissy glare pointed at the other. )
How unfortunate for you. ( He answers dryly, then pulls himself up through the door, only hesitating for a few moments to take the other's hand. )
I was kind of hoping that they would have left you behind in Kirkwall.
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He has to get out here, for his own well being and those of any others that might be injured. His fist hits the door once more before he settles back, accepting his fate all too quickly with a muttered curse and a huff. When the door opens again, Anders isn't even relieved. Instead, he just stays where he is, with his arms folded across his chest and a pissy glare pointed at the other. )
How unfortunate for you. ( He answers dryly, then pulls himself up through the door, only hesitating for a few moments to take the other's hand. )
I was kind of hoping that they would have left you behind in Kirkwall.