[Though the connection may be gone, Astarion can still feel the comfort in the warmth of Gale's gaze. Having those eyes on him, having someone who looks to him and sees him for who he is, not just an object to be used or desired, is something he doesn't want to ever take for granted. It brings a soft smile to his lips, his thumb brushing over the crease at the corner of Gale's eyes.]
Not much at all. And you've thoroughly worn me out, my love.
[There's the levity that Gale was trying to find before, the musical tone of Astarion's voice returning to him. He leans in, pressing his smile to Gale's lips with a feather soft kiss.]
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Not much at all. And you've thoroughly worn me out, my love.
[There's the levity that Gale was trying to find before, the musical tone of Astarion's voice returning to him. He leans in, pressing his smile to Gale's lips with a feather soft kiss.]
Would you hold me until morning finds us?