Oh, I'm certainly sweet on them. But my love, my adoration. Those things I give only to you, Gale Dekarios.
[Astarion reaches up to cup Gale's face in one hand, the dampness of his thumb running across his cheek. He can see that worry, the knit in Gale's brow isn't something he often hides. But it's hard to tell if it's from Gale's fear of losing him or something else. Until the wizard tells him otherwise, Astarion is content to soothe it with his presence, with his touch. He wants to reassure Gale that he is here, and he will be for as long as he's able.]
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[Astarion reaches up to cup Gale's face in one hand, the dampness of his thumb running across his cheek. He can see that worry, the knit in Gale's brow isn't something he often hides. But it's hard to tell if it's from Gale's fear of losing him or something else. Until the wizard tells him otherwise, Astarion is content to soothe it with his presence, with his touch. He wants to reassure Gale that he is here, and he will be for as long as he's able.]