Well, at least she knew that. "It's not the same, though. Anders is... not my Anders, but he is, but... it isn't like I can just fall in love with him all over again."
Maker, alcohol led to such awkward situations. "But... it's... you're my Merrill and..." she sighed, shaking her head. "If I loved any of you, it'd be you. Anders can go pine for his man-Hawke."