[It's the kiss that breaks the floodgates. A choked, inarticulate sob pulls from Astarion's throat as he grabs at Gale's shirt, pulling him closer so he can bury his face in the crook of his shoulder. He feels so small and pathetic in this moment, but there's nothing he wants more than to be held, and there's nothing he can do to stop the flood of tears staining Gale's shirt.]
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