[Time moves quickly when emotions run high and one thinks each day might be his last; that goes doubly for a man with a bomb eating a hole in his chest. Gale gives Astarion's hair one rinse, then another, carefully pouring the warm water around his face and through his hair. He drags his fingers across Astarion's scalp, making sure the water gets all the way through.
He might be enjoying it just a little himself, as well.]
Well, that crease I so favor will be kept just between us, then. Our secret.
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He might be enjoying it just a little himself, as well.]
Well, that crease I so favor will be kept just between us, then. Our secret.