[ Iorveth raises a brow at the question and the subsequent accusation; after digesting both properly, he breathes a sigh-laugh. ]
What would you call this?
[ Jostling Astarion in his arms, at this. Physical punctuation. ]
A selfless man wouldn't have demanded that you give up your life in this city to stay with him. [ Which is why he'd tried not to ask, but he really didn't account for how attached he'd become. A stupid miscalculation. ] You've made me selfish, with all this wanting.
[ Nothing new. All of the stupid things he's done in the past tendays have been attributable, in one way or another, to a desire to linger by Astarion's side. Fight clubs, manacles, near-death experiences.
His expression settles to warm neutral again. His fingers drum against Astarion's waist. ]
no subject
What would you call this?
[ Jostling Astarion in his arms, at this. Physical punctuation. ]
A selfless man wouldn't have demanded that you give up your life in this city to stay with him. [ Which is why he'd tried not to ask, but he really didn't account for how attached he'd become. A stupid miscalculation. ] You've made me selfish, with all this wanting.
[ Nothing new. All of the stupid things he's done in the past tendays have been attributable, in one way or another, to a desire to linger by Astarion's side. Fight clubs, manacles, near-death experiences.
His expression settles to warm neutral again. His fingers drum against Astarion's waist. ]