[ Astarion didn't expect any particular question, but if he'd had to guess, he would never have guessed this. For a beat, he stares back, head cocked like a confused dog, before he starts to laugh. ]
Of course I wanted you to, you fool.
[ Was he not languishing in every corner of every room, absolutely bereft at the idea of the first person he ever cared for choosing to leave him? He'd thought it obvious, painfully so. Admittedly, being invited to the north wasn't his first choice, or even his second; he'd hoped that Iorveth would change his mind and choose to stay in Baldur's Gate because he was so madly obsessed with Astarion, or at least that he'd choose to go somewhere other than back to that forest. But— ]
I want to be where you are.
[ Whether he'd thought Iorveth actually would ask him is another story. Obviously not, considering how upset he'd been over the situation, but he'd rather not say so and remind Iorveth of all of his bad behavior. ]
Why do you ask?
[ His tone is light, but his body tenses a little. Perhaps Iorveth regrets asking him to stay, says the little voice in his head. ]
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Of course I wanted you to, you fool.
[ Was he not languishing in every corner of every room, absolutely bereft at the idea of the first person he ever cared for choosing to leave him? He'd thought it obvious, painfully so. Admittedly, being invited to the north wasn't his first choice, or even his second; he'd hoped that Iorveth would change his mind and choose to stay in Baldur's Gate because he was so madly obsessed with Astarion, or at least that he'd choose to go somewhere other than back to that forest. But— ]
I want to be where you are.
[ Whether he'd thought Iorveth actually would ask him is another story. Obviously not, considering how upset he'd been over the situation, but he'd rather not say so and remind Iorveth of all of his bad behavior. ]
Why do you ask?
[ His tone is light, but his body tenses a little. Perhaps Iorveth regrets asking him to stay, says the little voice in his head. ]