[Astarion is greedy for that warm, leaning in to press his forehead to Gale's. Tentatively, he puts his hands to Gale's hips, trying without words to express an invitation for Gale to put his arms around him.]
A blink of an eye for them, really.
What—would you want, darling? Were you in my place.
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A blink of an eye for them, really.
What—would you want, darling? Were you in my place.