[As Astarion leans into him and breathes him in, Gale can't help but hold on just a little tighter, wanting to stay in this moment as long as he can. He'll never get enough of these small pauses in their busy lives.

Ah, but there is a thought: putting what is keeping them busy on hold so that they can look further into this mystery, perhaps help Astarion reconnect with the past that was so cruelly taken from him. He presses a kiss to Astarion's neck, letting his lips flit across his pale skin.]

Think of it like this: we'll be giving my mother some extra time to perfect her plans for our big day. I can't imagine she'll take umbrage with that.