[He presses his forehead to Astarion's, letting the coolness of his skin help temper his fever as the doubt creeps up his neck. He's going to ruin this by pushing too hard, just like before. When will he learn to do otherwise?
He chides himself inwardly. Astarion isn't like Mystra, and he'd be appalled by any amount of comparison, no matter how bare and hypothetical. He turns to levity, hoping it will help.]
As were you. But you're well aware of that, I'm sure.
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[He presses his forehead to Astarion's, letting the coolness of his skin help temper his fever as the doubt creeps up his neck. He's going to ruin this by pushing too hard, just like before. When will he learn to do otherwise?
He chides himself inwardly. Astarion isn't like Mystra, and he'd be appalled by any amount of comparison, no matter how bare and hypothetical. He turns to levity, hoping it will help.]
As were you. But you're well aware of that, I'm sure.