[Gale murmurs something about a date, but with the rough night, the early morning, the wine, the pillows, and now a gentle head-scratching from the man he has the worst crush on, it seems he's hit his limit. Another thirty seconds, and he's snoozing, his hand still entwined in Astarion's, a soft grin plastered across his face as he's utterly lost to his dreams. He might be a powerful, brilliant wizard, but he's still terribly human when it comes right to it.
Just don't let Karlach see. He'll never hear the end of it.]
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Just don't let Karlach see. He'll never hear the end of it.]