Easton blesses me with a Dragon Age playthrough. For a minute it feels like it used to be—the two of us, and Solas being an asshole on screen. When I turn to grin at her, I find that she’s already grinning at me. Then I remember something, and my smile slips. “What?” she asks. “Nothing. Just . . .” I shrug. “I watched one with Nolan once.” “A playthrough? Is that gem of a boy into DA?” “Not really.”
