[Gale leans in at the invitation, embracing Astarion, bringing his head to rest on his shoulder. He rubs a gentle circle in his lower back, avoiding the scars between his shoulder blades.

What would he do if it were him in Astarion's place? Had he lost so much, unable to even recall what family he once had? He hmms to himself, putting careful consideration into his answer.]

... I would seek them out. I may have everything I need right here, right now, in my arms, but... I could not help but want to reclaim my past, and make it mine. To never know the truth would eat me alive.