[Gale shifts as Astarion turns over, easing away from him so he's not accidentally pinned in place. The last thing he wants to do is make the vampire feel trapped in any way, especially after the life he was forced into. He meets Astarion's frustrated gaze with a gentle, albeit somber one.]
Gladly.
[He lies on his side next to Astarion, slipping his arm over his pale lover and allowing him to arrange himself however he needs before pulling him close. Gale might not be able to love every inch of Astarion just yet — or possibly ever — but at least he can offer him warmth, sustenance, and safety. It's progress.]
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Gladly.
[He lies on his side next to Astarion, slipping his arm over his pale lover and allowing him to arrange himself however he needs before pulling him close. Gale might not be able to love every inch of Astarion just yet — or possibly ever — but at least he can offer him warmth, sustenance, and safety. It's progress.]