He doesn't exactly know what to make of it when reunions don't promptly go poorly. There's so much trust he's betrayed, so many people he's hurt, and yet those he'd counted as friends in the past seem to be forgiving him. The question leaves him blinking for a moment before he shrugs, a little self-consciously.

"There was a great deal of mud between two hills, twelve, thirteen minutes back. I didn't see it before I stepped in. I've had a delightful squishing sensation with every step since." It doesn't answer the question he's really being asked and he knows it, but Anders has no idea how to even start approaching that. Kirkwall happened.

"You're not the cleanest person out here yourself, you know. You've twigs in your hair." Nate doesn't. But Anders wants to see if he'll scowl and check.