[Astarion bites at his tongue to hold back the cutting remark on his lips. The tension is only there because of Gale, because of his insistence. But it isn't completely true. It's Cazador who's to blame, the one remembrance of him Astarion will never truly be rid of.
Instead he bows his head, pressing his forehead to his arms, still wound as tight as a spring. He can say no, he can tell Gale to stop. This was supposed to be about him, wasn't it? Gale wants to love him, to show his love. How has it all gone wrong so quickly.]
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Instead he bows his head, pressing his forehead to his arms, still wound as tight as a spring. He can say no, he can tell Gale to stop. This was supposed to be about him, wasn't it? Gale wants to love him, to show his love. How has it all gone wrong so quickly.]
Don't touch them. Please.