[That does make sense, terribly and dreadfully. Though Astarion knows good and well Gale would never hurt him, it's easy to get lost in memory, particularly the bad ones. In good news, unlike Cazador, the wizard has a heart to hear and feel, its beat steady beneath Astarion's hand.]
I'm sorry, my love. It wasn't my intention to make you uncomfortable, but it was my fault all the same.
[Many faux pas in his relationships are, Gale has found. He rests his head against Astarion's, idly wondering if a mirror would help before discarding that as a magnanimously stupid idea.]
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[That does make sense, terribly and dreadfully. Though Astarion knows good and well Gale would never hurt him, it's easy to get lost in memory, particularly the bad ones. In good news, unlike Cazador, the wizard has a heart to hear and feel, its beat steady beneath Astarion's hand.]
I'm sorry, my love. It wasn't my intention to make you uncomfortable, but it was my fault all the same.
[Many faux pas in his relationships are, Gale has found. He rests his head against Astarion's, idly wondering if a mirror would help before discarding that as a magnanimously stupid idea.]