[ There, at last, the whole truth comes spilling out ungracefully, but what a truth it is. The warlock's eyes search Astarion's face, looking for some sign of insincerity, but there is, blessedly, none to be found. It's as real and raw as he's ever seen the other man.
The way everything in his chest unknots itself is almost enough to make him feel lightheaded with relief. A laugh bubbles out of him before he can stop it. ]
You could have told me in a way that didn't make me feel like my world was ending, for starters.
[ But he'd hate for Astarion to take that laughter the wrong way, so quick on the heels of thatβ ]
I know what I'd like to do about it, which is see where this goes. But the question I'd like to pose to you is simply: what do you want, Astarion?
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The way everything in his chest unknots itself is almost enough to make him feel lightheaded with relief. A laugh bubbles out of him before he can stop it. ]
You could have told me in a way that didn't make me feel like my world was ending, for starters.
[ But he'd hate for Astarion to take that laughter the wrong way, so quick on the heels of thatβ ]
I know what I'd like to do about it, which is see where this goes. But the question I'd like to pose to you is simply: what do you want, Astarion?