[Gale leaves his pants for the moment, crossing the space to put himself at Astarion's side; he puts a hand atop his pale fingers on the fabric, his deep eyes searching for his lover's gaze.]

I don't need to hear it, and you don't need to relive such harrowing events.

[He pauses, chewing his lip, wishing there was more he could do. Gods, he hates that feeling of powerlessness.]

You know I'd never hurt you, don't you?