"Suits me," Hawke capitulates immediately, despite the fact that he's just spent two weeks in one. "I didn't want any of this pesky 'war' business in the first place."

But of course he ended up involved anyway, because that's what happens. They both know this, which wouldn't keep him from insisting he was fine if Anders asked, despite having no way of knowing anything beyond the obvious consciousness. At this point, though, even if he did attempt to start some kind of routine surface checkup, Hawke would do his best to head that off at the pass. If there are any lingering side effects they probably can't be addressed in the next ten minutes, and he'd rather just stay like this. As he demonstrates by cupping the back of Anders' head to keep their faces lined up, tangling their legs together like tree roots.

"And maybe not, but it might make me feel better."

Grovelling. Even if it's totally unnecessary. Probably that just means being extra solicitous, and in this case, finally: "I'm sorry." Presumably he's not expected to say it won't happen again, because that would be ...unlikely. Still: "You worry enough as it is."