[A rueful chuckle escapes Gale, just a single laugh pushed out with a heavy breath. Wise words indeed - maybe he should listen to them, for a change. As the thrum in his chest calms, he lets his hand be guided, his fingers sliding into position along Astarion's hip.]
Both, I think.
[He takes a moment to center himself, breathing Astarion in before indulging in a quick kiss to Astarion's shoulder. Another moment passes before he decides what he'd like to do.]
Here.
[With his fingers pressing against Astarion's skin to encourage him to follow, he slips back into the basin, sitting on the edge, letting the water reach up to his chest as he rests his back against the wall.]
Put your back to me. Let me hold you, if you would.
[He knows how Astarion feels about his back, but hopes wrapping his arms around him will ease some of the discomfort.]
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Both, I think.
[He takes a moment to center himself, breathing Astarion in before indulging in a quick kiss to Astarion's shoulder. Another moment passes before he decides what he'd like to do.]
Here.
[With his fingers pressing against Astarion's skin to encourage him to follow, he slips back into the basin, sitting on the edge, letting the water reach up to his chest as he rests his back against the wall.]
Put your back to me. Let me hold you, if you would.
[He knows how Astarion feels about his back, but hopes wrapping his arms around him will ease some of the discomfort.]