[As someone still moored in his folly and all the disgrace that resulted from it, Gale's earlier faux pas doesn't seem quite as 'in the past' as he'd personally like, but he's willing to move beyond it for now in light of that quiet fluttering in his chest. He really shouldn't indulge, as this isn't exactly the time, place, or the circumstances for it; however, given those same circumstances include the tadpoles in their heads and a mind flayer cult infecting the city, there's no telling when a day will be their last. They might all be growing tentacles by the morrow for all he truly knows.
Perhaps he should indulge a little, if for no other reason than to distract himself from that grim thought. It's just a kiss. When was the last time he had one of those, felt though his physical body rather than the Weave? How long has it been since he allowed himself to believe that someone could see him as desirable?
Maybe Astarion is sweetening him up, or maybe he's feeling grateful to have someone to commiserate with for a change, and this is how he shows it. Maybe he's secretly lonely. Gale can relate to that an unfortunate amount.
He fights a moment of embarrassment. Astarion made that proposition seem so casual, and here he is, overthinking it.]
All right. [He tries to hide his nerves with a smirk, one more confident than he feels.] But only if you ask.
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Perhaps he should indulge a little, if for no other reason than to distract himself from that grim thought. It's just a kiss. When was the last time he had one of those, felt though his physical body rather than the Weave? How long has it been since he allowed himself to believe that someone could see him as desirable?
Maybe Astarion is sweetening him up, or maybe he's feeling grateful to have someone to commiserate with for a change, and this is how he shows it. Maybe he's secretly lonely. Gale can relate to that an unfortunate amount.
He fights a moment of embarrassment. Astarion made that proposition seem so casual, and here he is, overthinking it.]
All right. [He tries to hide his nerves with a smirk, one more confident than he feels.] But only if you ask.