"Coming up on a year," he said. He couldn't believe it had been that long, but there it was. "Passed out drunk in a tavern, woke up on the floor of my lover's apartment. He'd been here for a year before I showed up. I was pretty sure I'd gone mad or something, or was being tempted by a weird demon until he brought me outside."

He remembered that day, waking up on the floor of Dorian's apartment and knowing, almost immediately, he wasn't anywhere near the Herald's Rest or in Skyhold. He remembered wondering if Dorian was some kind of demon, disguised as someone he cared about and tempting out madness. At least he'd been real. It was a comfort in the face of Darrow being real.