[ Astarion waits a moment, mulling the answer over in his head. 'Happiness'. What a small word for what Iorveth makes him feel. He isn't particularly inclined towards poeticism, but how he feels about Iorveth has to be too large to be contained in such a mundane word.
Still, it's the closest thing he has. He lets his hand slide atop Iorveth's. ]
I'm afraid you make me deliriously happy.
[ Hence why he's always so neurotic about their relationship. Iorveth gave him his first taste of happiness in two hundred years. The thought of ever having that ripped away from him makes him feel sick. ]
I just— I suppose I've a bit of trepidation about meeting the family.
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Still, it's the closest thing he has. He lets his hand slide atop Iorveth's. ]
I'm afraid you make me deliriously happy.
[ Hence why he's always so neurotic about their relationship. Iorveth gave him his first taste of happiness in two hundred years. The thought of ever having that ripped away from him makes him feel sick. ]
I just— I suppose I've a bit of trepidation about meeting the family.