Anders manages a look that is at once wry and deeply self deprecating. He's aware he's being ridiculous, and he's aware that Hawke is being patient with it. That doesn't make him feel any less ridiculous or any less hesitant, but it carves out a space for him to slowly work through it, lashed fluttering closed as Hawke's thumb brushes near.

"You can't actually guarantee that, though," he jokes, a kind of deflection probably painfully familiar to a master of it. "I'd hate to be responsible for the end of the world."

That's all it seems he has to say on the matter at first, until he finally ventures: "What if we're not happy?" even though the question seems ridiculous once he says it out loud.