He had thought the feeling he was getting from the man was just that of a friendly mage, the familiarity stemming from the world they'd both come from. But he looks a little deeper, and... there. Armor standing strong, hammered from the Fade.

"I'm glad that I found you." His arm tightens on Anders' shoulder. He's almost clinging as they get closer to the flat.

It's a struggle to keep his breathing under control. Cole puts a hand to his throat, even as he leans into Anders and forces his feet to keep moving.

"It burns."