[ Iorveth only hates so vehemently because he loves just as vehemently: he can never do anything by halves, which is why he thinks to look offended by the implication that he's obsessed, but ultimately chooses not to snap back with something uncharitable. If the weird glove sort-of fits, etc. ]
I'm trying to exercise restraint.
[ Because it's not actually a laudable thing, hovering like an overbearing stormcloud over the object of his affection. Iorveth will cut himself out of the equation entirely and immediately, without argument or debate, if he ever finds himself acting like a second Cazador.
Who would've thought that loving someone would be so difficult. Worth the growing pains, though. Astarion holds his hand, and Iorveth finds that the touch facilitates the venting of his tension from his shoulders and face. Gods, he's been made so easy. ]
...I'll do the distracting, next time.
[ With finality, as he lets Astarion lead them back towards Elfsong. The detour's turned Iorveth around somewhat; it's a testament to his comfort around Astarion that he allows Astarion to tug him around now. ]
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I'm trying to exercise restraint.
[ Because it's not actually a laudable thing, hovering like an overbearing stormcloud over the object of his affection. Iorveth will cut himself out of the equation entirely and immediately, without argument or debate, if he ever finds himself acting like a second Cazador.
Who would've thought that loving someone would be so difficult. Worth the growing pains, though. Astarion holds his hand, and Iorveth finds that the touch facilitates the venting of his tension from his shoulders and face. Gods, he's been made so easy. ]
...I'll do the distracting, next time.
[ With finality, as he lets Astarion lead them back towards Elfsong. The detour's turned Iorveth around somewhat; it's a testament to his comfort around Astarion that he allows Astarion to tug him around now. ]