[Astarion doesn't shy away from being held. If anything, he seems to crave it. He puts his arms around Gale, finally lifting his head to meet his lover's gaze, his eyes bloodshot from the tears.]
I hope.
[He swallows, brow furrowed as he starts to see the guilt across Gale's features.]
no subject
I hope.
[He swallows, brow furrowed as he starts to see the guilt across Gale's features.]
Dearest, it isn't you. You--you were wonderful.