[ Iorveth knows what Astarion wants to hear, and it's the thing he'd intended to do anyway: to set his journey aside to go with Astarion, wherever that would take them. He could say so, and he could also tell Astarion that he loves him more than anything, because Iorveth does. That's the worst part of it, Iorveth thinks― that he loves Astarion enough to set the plight of his kind aside.
He could say all this. But Astarion doesn't tell him what he wants to hear― "I want you to come with me"― and it makes Iorveth feel...
...what, exactly? Hurt? He doesn't want to think about the possibility of that; he's grown enough to know that Astarion is trying to protect himself, and that Iorveth, an insane freedom fighter with enormous amounts of baggage, isn't making things any easier.
Still, there's a thorn in his chest. He knows that continuing to converse with it still lodged where it is will make him say something he'll regret, so he doesn't. Instead, he hums under his breath, a half-assent, and moves towards the direction of the stairs without saying anything further. ]
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He could say all this. But Astarion doesn't tell him what he wants to hear― "I want you to come with me"― and it makes Iorveth feel...
...what, exactly? Hurt? He doesn't want to think about the possibility of that; he's grown enough to know that Astarion is trying to protect himself, and that Iorveth, an insane freedom fighter with enormous amounts of baggage, isn't making things any easier.
Still, there's a thorn in his chest. He knows that continuing to converse with it still lodged where it is will make him say something he'll regret, so he doesn't. Instead, he hums under his breath, a half-assent, and moves towards the direction of the stairs without saying anything further. ]