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[ Even as he scoffs, scooting over to make just enough room for Gale to join him on the seat, Astarion thinks to himself that he doesn't truly mind it — the awkwardness, the things others might regard as childish or silly, all of it separate from the vocabulary he'd become proficient in across centuries. He cherishes it, the same way he cherishes the way Gale looks when he's been taken off-guard, the particular shade of pink he turns when flustered. Ever handsome, as much a figure from the stories he'd been told as a child as any dashing prince.

It comes across in his lack of resistance, not so pliant and eager as he once had been, but slightly stilted, as though still figuring out his own limbs, or how he might fit against another without the intent of seduction. His arms tuck in, his knees drawing up to his chest as he allows his frame to curl against Gale's.

It takes a last moment for him to let go completely, to allow his head to fall against Gale's shoulder (to feel like he can remit his care to somebody else).

A word comes to mind, but manifests only as an exhale, a breath let out through the slight smile that persists on his features. It's not for him to say, he thinks — it's sweeter on his companion's lips. Simple, singular — wow. ]