"Wade," called Herren. "Who are you talking to?"
"No one, dear Herren!" Wade called back, hiding his annoyance behind forced cheer. He huffed out a breath dramatically. "Maker's stockings, that man never understands me! Have you ever felt that way, my dear Revvy? As if no matter how much you love someone, they never understand the complicated intricacies of who you are?"
Revenant lifted the tea cup from its saucer, pinkie extended, and took a tentative sip. It was scolding hot, burning all the way down, just his preference. Once the tea was finished, he replaced the cup on its saucer, and then spoke. "All the time."
"Buried wants are the worst," sniffed Wade. "At least you understand me, Revvy."
"Of course, my dear Wade," said Revenant tenderly.
Wade burst into tears, throwing himself at his Revvy, and clung to him, pouring out his love in snot-nosed, blubbering confessions of love, regrets, and sweet, sweet romance. Revenant held him affectionately, whispering sweet words in his ear.
They stayed like that for some time, drawing comfort from one another's warmth.
Epilogue: Solas Disapproves.