[Astarion leans into the kiss, letting his forehead rest against Gale's once he pulls away. He can still feel that faint knit of worry between Gale's brows. It itches at him, lodging like a splinter into his chest.]
I don't want to hurt you. I don't want you to fear me, dearest.
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I don't want to hurt you. I don't want you to fear me, dearest.