[The nerves and distraction certainly aren't limited to Morena and Gale for the evening. Thankfully, Morena's acceptance of the proposal and Gale handling most of the talking has helped to assuage most of Astarion's own anxiety at asking for adjustments to be made on his behalf. But he still finds himself fidgeting throughout the meal, counting the threads in the tablecloth, swirling the last few dregs of blood in his cup, the like.
By the time they're out the door, Astarion would like nothing more than to simply find a distraction for the remainder of the evening. Ideally, a distraction in the form of his loving fiance. But it's all too obvious that Gale has a number of other thoughts on his mind as he steps right past Astarion and out into the street without a word once they've said their goodbyes to Morena.
Astarion pauses a moment, giving the back of Gale's head an affronted scowl as sharp as any knife, before he crosses his arms over his chest, loudly clearing his throat.]
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By the time they're out the door, Astarion would like nothing more than to simply find a distraction for the remainder of the evening. Ideally, a distraction in the form of his loving fiance. But it's all too obvious that Gale has a number of other thoughts on his mind as he steps right past Astarion and out into the street without a word once they've said their goodbyes to Morena.
Astarion pauses a moment, giving the back of Gale's head an affronted scowl as sharp as any knife, before he crosses his arms over his chest, loudly clearing his throat.]
Dearest Gale, aren't you forgetting something?