[It's a complicated series of thoughts that run through Astarion's face once Gale's back turns on him. First, the fact that Gale saw straight through him, that he understood the meaning veiled behind Astarion's words. Second, that he sought to correct it without a moment's hesitation. It's what Astarion wanted, in the end, but what he hadn't been able to admit, to put to words properly.
By the time Gale turns back to him, there's a gentle, lopsided smile on Astarion's face. He holds both hands out towards Gale, beckoning him closer.]
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By the time Gale turns back to him, there's a gentle, lopsided smile on Astarion's face. He holds both hands out towards Gale, beckoning him closer.]
Come here, my dearest.