[ Astarion is almost surprised that Gale acquiesces, and there's a flicker of that on his face, so unused to asking for things and actually receiving them. It takes him a moment to catch up, though he soothes his thumb over the vein in Gale's wrist, gaze dropping to their hands.
He doesn't want Gale to go, but he's also come up against a wall he hadn't seen before this moment, and has no idea how to scale it or go around it. It might be that he needs to sit at the base of it for a night instead. ]
Could we-- [ His thumb keeps circling, and he tips his head apologetically before meeting Gale's eyes. ] I'm sorry. Could we talk about this tomorrow?
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He doesn't want Gale to go, but he's also come up against a wall he hadn't seen before this moment, and has no idea how to scale it or go around it. It might be that he needs to sit at the base of it for a night instead. ]
Could we-- [ His thumb keeps circling, and he tips his head apologetically before meeting Gale's eyes. ] I'm sorry. Could we talk about this tomorrow?