"Varric avoids his family too. Except his brother. He's dead. The red lyrium got him years ago."

He closed his eyes at the petting. It was abundantly clear, Cole enjoyed being touched and petted, even though he'd never really been much of one for physical contact before. Before he'd decided he liked hugs and crawling into Dorian's lap to cuddle.

"I know." He looked up and smiled. "It's nice."