[He feels he should move away, but finds himself glued to his spot. This is definitely that cloying Astarion, he tells himself, the one he's seen buttering up their leader when he's in the mood for a snack.
And yet, those little moments of empathy come floating back into his mind: of Astarion insisting he could do better than Mystra, arguing that he deserved to be treated as more than a goddess' plaything, knowing what it felt like to be changed and unrecognizable from who he used to be. Those felt real, sincere - and gave Gale a flicker of an emotion he's not sure he's truly felt in ages. Cautious as he is, he can't help but want to nurture that feeling, see where it leads. It's his natural curiosity at work.
He reminds himself that said curiosity has led him to disaster before. He avoids a direct answer, stalling as his mind turns.]
I'm frankly surprised you'd want to, given what an ass I made of myself the other day.
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And yet, those little moments of empathy come floating back into his mind: of Astarion insisting he could do better than Mystra, arguing that he deserved to be treated as more than a goddess' plaything, knowing what it felt like to be changed and unrecognizable from who he used to be. Those felt real, sincere - and gave Gale a flicker of an emotion he's not sure he's truly felt in ages. Cautious as he is, he can't help but want to nurture that feeling, see where it leads. It's his natural curiosity at work.
He reminds himself that said curiosity has led him to disaster before. He avoids a direct answer, stalling as his mind turns.]
I'm frankly surprised you'd want to, given what an ass I made of myself the other day.