[As Astarion touches Gale's face, he may be able to feel the wizard lean into it so subtly that even Gale doesn't realize he does it. It's a reflexive, instinctual - and if you asked Gale himself, unfortunately telling and perhaps a little pathetic. He's aware he's lonely; he doesn't want anyone else to realize it, too.
He brings his gaze back to the man before him.]
Yes, of course.
[And with that, he leans in, allowing Astarion to close the gap. His kiss is not needy or wanton, not colored by the isolation he's endured on account of the orb; by most standards, it would be considered positively chaste. It's tender, lingering just long enough for him to get a taste of the vampire's lips.
Maybe he's making an ass out of himself, but feels he can have this, just for now.]
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He brings his gaze back to the man before him.]
Yes, of course.
[And with that, he leans in, allowing Astarion to close the gap. His kiss is not needy or wanton, not colored by the isolation he's endured on account of the orb; by most standards, it would be considered positively chaste. It's tender, lingering just long enough for him to get a taste of the vampire's lips.
Maybe he's making an ass out of himself, but feels he can have this, just for now.]