Unless he has another brother... yes, that would be Hawke.

[He glances down.]

He's one of the few friends I'd had in Kirkwall. No matter what happened, you could count on Hawke to see it through to the end.

[Which makes him wonder how his friend would have handled the explosion in his own time. Hawke hadn't heard of it, here, until Anders had told him.]

[He nods.]

An... interesting woman. A pirate or sorts. Who seemed to disdain the wearing of pants for all she tried to get into them.

[And he's examining the far wall, as if it has the mystery of life engraved on it or something.]

Hah! Not in the slightest. It's as if he knows that vast amounts of alcohol could drown him out for a while.