[ 'Nothing'. Astarion raises an eyebrow. It obviously isn't nothing, but he understands the reluctance to give voice to one's vulnerabilities. It's just that, well, he would have liked to think that Iorveth could be vulnerable with him. He's certainly shown Iorveth his soft underbelly enough excruciating, humiliating times.
Physicality has always been his method of choice for making people feel the way he wants them to feel, although comfort is a far cry from his usual manipulations. Still, he reaches out to draw Iorveth back to him, arms wrapping around him in an embrace.
It feels strange, a little awkward. He's not sure he's ever initiated a hug in his life. Regardless, he lets one of his hands smooth over Iorveth's back, rubbing comfortingly. It feels good when Iorveth does this sort of thing to him, so logic would dictate that it would feel good the other way around, too. ]
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Physicality has always been his method of choice for making people feel the way he wants them to feel, although comfort is a far cry from his usual manipulations. Still, he reaches out to draw Iorveth back to him, arms wrapping around him in an embrace.
It feels strange, a little awkward. He's not sure he's ever initiated a hug in his life. Regardless, he lets one of his hands smooth over Iorveth's back, rubbing comfortingly. It feels good when Iorveth does this sort of thing to him, so logic would dictate that it would feel good the other way around, too. ]
A bad dream, I gather. Tell me.