Despite the fact that none of this alleviates much in terms of confusion, Hawke puts all that aside to linger purposefully in this very enthusiastic hello. If nothing else he has the sense that time has passed, so making up for all that tragically wasted time not making out must be dealt with. Obviously.

"Nice to see you, too," he rasps, teasingly. He's not actually too dehydrated, it just feels like it. This would be the place where he should ask for water, but instead he pats what space is left in the narrow bed next to him, knowing full well the likelihood of Anders ignoring this in favour of fussing.

Not that there's anything so terrible about that, he just ...has very little idea what's going on, although he can at least make a reasonable guess, given the last things he remembers.