I just can’t get this image out of my head: Hawke stepping out of a pool, water dripping from his hair, running down his chest, all wet and muscly and gorgeous, like an upgraded version of Adonis (but with more muscle and body hair), and Anders is just. Staring. Desperately wanting to be wrecked by him. To Anders the moment happens in slow-motion with bow-chicka-wow-wow music.