[Astarion's attention draws back to Gale, that flutter beating its wings all the harder when he meets the man's gaze. Gods, but he is besotted, isn't he? He can feel the squeeze against his unbeating heart, something that by all rights should terrify him more than it does.
But it doesn't, not with Gale right here. He reaches his hand for Gale's, giving a gentle squeeze in reassurance. This is what they've come here for, after all. Fear can't keep them from it for long.]
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[Astarion's attention draws back to Gale, that flutter beating its wings all the harder when he meets the man's gaze. Gods, but he is besotted, isn't he? He can feel the squeeze against his unbeating heart, something that by all rights should terrify him more than it does.
But it doesn't, not with Gale right here. He reaches his hand for Gale's, giving a gentle squeeze in reassurance. This is what they've come here for, after all. Fear can't keep them from it for long.]
Yes, of course. Go on, dearest.