[Gale opens his mouth to say something, but finds himself at a loss for words when his eyes finally return to Astarion's face; he recognizes the hint of understanding that crosses the vampire's pale features, subtle and barely perceptible, and only then notices that lingering touch to his cheek.
He doesn't pull away, but his eyes set themselves somewhere on the floor behind Astarion, shame lacing into his brow.]
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He doesn't pull away, but his eyes set themselves somewhere on the floor behind Astarion, shame lacing into his brow.]
I suppose it was.