[Gale lets out a quiet Hm? before turning back, his expression apologetic.]
Oh, ah. Forgive me, Astarion. I was miles away, already in Evereska, it seems. Thinking about how we'll get there, what we'll see, who we'll meet...
[And how Astarion will take it. Despite all they've been through, Gale finds his old insecurities crawling up his neck, digging into his spine like teeth tearing into prey; the feeling sits too near to the long healed-over punctures near his throat, wounds he considers marks of affection.
He doesn't like that feeling, one of unreasonable uncertainty, and he thus tries to shake it off by focusing on what good they may discover. He holds out a hand, wanting it occupied for the walk home.]
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Oh, ah. Forgive me, Astarion. I was miles away, already in Evereska, it seems. Thinking about how we'll get there, what we'll see, who we'll meet...
[And how Astarion will take it. Despite all they've been through, Gale finds his old insecurities crawling up his neck, digging into his spine like teeth tearing into prey; the feeling sits too near to the long healed-over punctures near his throat, wounds he considers marks of affection.
He doesn't like that feeling, one of unreasonable uncertainty, and he thus tries to shake it off by focusing on what good they may discover. He holds out a hand, wanting it occupied for the walk home.]