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Cole slept like the dead. He hadn't ever needed it before, but humanity on top of injuries and sex had worn him out quite effectively.

But it was much, much later, early the next morning, that there was a soft knock on the door. "Dorian? It's Nadezhda."

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"That's right - no rush." He made a quiet, pleased noise, then winced a little as Cole's lips brushed against the bruise he had in fact gotten from bumping into one of the bookcases. He stroked Cole's hair again, his tone a quietly amused, "Kissing and making it better?"

"Yes." That was exactly what he was doing, kissing it better. "Kisses make things hurt less, because kisses show that someone cares about the hurt."

He kisses his navel, just because it's there. "I have a navel, but only because Cole did."

"Mmmm, well I am glad that you care about my hurt enough to kiss my boo-boos, although I do admit you are the first to do so." It was just so uniquely ... Cole, whimsical except completely logical. He tilted down enough to kiss the top of Cole's head, his stomach muscles shifting as he did so.

"Well that is interesting... I wonder what you don't have. I do know you have all the parts that matter..."

Cole watched that shift of muscles closely. His body made the same motions. He didn't know if he had all the same muscles, though.

"You once asked me why I bled. I bleed because that's what things in this world do when they're hurt. If I don't have something... I don't know I should have it, I think."

The way that Cole moved? Dorian knew he had all these muscles, and probably more besides.

"Huh ... can you make yourself develop it, if you find you need it?" Dorian tilted his head. "Like if you had made yourself without thumbs - could you image thumbs on your hands?"

"Could you?"

Cole always answered Dorian's questions like that with the point that his body was still a body. It was still real. He couldn't just imagine it different. It was as it was, he didn't choose it.

"I am ... afraid I cannot." Dorian chortled softly. "So I suppose my question is moot. My apologies, Cole."

"My body is what it is. Just like yours." He reached up and tweaked Dorian's nose, like Dorian did to him earlier, smiling.

Dorian watched Cole, that smile triggering even wider before he laughed as Cole tweaked his nose. "Fair enough, our bodies are similar -- even though is mine clearly superior."

"Is it? Is that because you're more handsome than me?" He moved to brush a finger over Dorian's mustache, smoothing over it.

Dorian's lips parted slightly, before he spoke quietly, his voice deepening, "Yes ... I am most definitely more handsome than you."

Cole nodded, not in the slightest upset about this fact. It was just a fact, how they both turned out. "And I'm taller." Just another fact.

Dorian's smile widened, and he leaned forward to sneak a kiss. "Yes you are, and I like that."

Sneak is probably the wrong word, but Cole turned up into it with a soft sound of contentment. "You're much more educated. Which means you can read to me too."

Well, true, but he did like the word sneak. Stole? No, Cole was giving his mouth up willingly. Perhaps just enjoyed ... he hummed, leaning back. "I can also teach you how to read, if you like."

"I know how to read. But it's difficult and slow. The pages say one thing and the ink says another."

Which possibly explained his dislike for old books.

"Huh ... I never thought of getting feelings from books, but I suppose it is entirely possible. In more ways than one, at that."

He pressed a kiss to Cole's nose. "How could I like you more?"

"Cole learned how to read at the Chantry, before his magic came out." And because he knew, Cole knew. "And Rhys helped me, but I preferred listening to him read."

He liked when Dorian kissed his nose. It bubbled and tingled with affection and warmth. "I don't know."

"Well should I read to you? I do enjoy reading, and I enjoy you curling up with me while I do. I in fact, might like this option better."

He nuzzled Cole's nose with his mustache.

"I'd like if you read to me." He liked listening to Dorian, his voice was soothing and pleasant to listen to. "You should read something you like to me."

His nose twitched at the soft tickle.

"I'll read it to you tonight, if you like. Or right now." He thinks about it, "Most of the things I like are histories. Would you like that?"

He nuzzled his cheek against the other man's gently, before pressing another kiss against his lips.

"So long as you like it, I'll like it. That's why I like Cassandra's dirty books. Because she loves them and likes sharing them."

He turned to press into the kiss, sighing softly into it.

"Maker above, is she reading you that trash? Well now I shall have to fill your head with intelligent facts and greater prose."

Oh, he did like that sigh. It was sweet, and he adored how sweet Cole was. So he kissed him again.

"Yes. She read me all of Swords and Shields and Hard in Hightown."

Of course she did. He smiled at the second kiss, relaxing into the bed after it with another soft sigh.

"Well, Hard in Hightown is at least literature..." He paused, before he tilted his head curiously.

"Cole, would you like me to read The Champion's Tale to you? That's clearly Varric's best work."

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