[Guilt crosses Gale, tugs at the corners of his mouth as it throbs in his veins. It's not his fault, he tries to remind himself - this isn't about him.
And yet, he can't help feeling as though he pushed Astarion too far, made too many demands. He shouldn't have asked Astarion to turn over, shouldn't have mentioned the scars at all, shouldn't have—
He pulls Astarion to him tighter, forcing his mind onto his partner. He lets that focus — difficult as it is, his head swimming — keep him present, where he's needed.]
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And yet, he can't help feeling as though he pushed Astarion too far, made too many demands. He shouldn't have asked Astarion to turn over, shouldn't have mentioned the scars at all, shouldn't have—
He pulls Astarion to him tighter, forcing his mind onto his partner. He lets that focus — difficult as it is, his head swimming — keep him present, where he's needed.]
Will you be all right?