[Astarion takes the hand, giving it a soft pulse just to remind Gale that he's here, and top remind himself if he's being honest. Harder for Gale to forget him or get lost in thought with a physical touch to ground him. And harder for him to get completely caught up in his own anxieties.]

Let's not put the cart before the horse, hm? We're not going to answer any of those questions between here and our front door. Or even before the sun rises tomorrow.