[Thankfully, Astarion wastes no time in pressing himself to Gale's front. He tucks his face against the wizard's neck without a second thought, inhaling deeply, letting the scent ground him. It's such a foolish thing, how such a simple thing can put him at ease, but he knows well enough by now that love has made him a fool. He puts his arms around Gale, letting his palms rest at the small of Gale's back as a subtle suggestion.
After a moment he lets out a heavy breath, speaking without moving from where he's nuzzled against Gale's pulse.]
I think that I don't like it much when I can't see you, dear.
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After a moment he lets out a heavy breath, speaking without moving from where he's nuzzled against Gale's pulse.]
I think that I don't like it much when I can't see you, dear.