[ Once Gale is gone, Astarion crawls into the chair, crowding them both on the seat as he swings his legs over Iorveth's lap like a child who's missed his favorite person. He opens up the gifted leather pouch now that Gale is gone, brightening at the contents within.
Removing the pin from its pouch, he gets to work on trying to blindly pin it to his lapel, saying, ] Oh, the usual. Sex, drugs, gambling.
[ Hardly. It was a respectable event, perfect for a fuddy-duddy like Gale. There'd been plenty of drinking, which Astarion could only participate in superficially, and food, which Astarion couldn't participate in at all. He hadn't minded it, though. Gale had been excellent company, although he'd never tell him so; he'd navigated the whole situation with ease, never letting Astarion feel like an outsider. ]
Don't worry. I thought of nothing but you.
[ Well, not nothing. He did have extensive critique of the opera. You call that a contralto?! ]
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Removing the pin from its pouch, he gets to work on trying to blindly pin it to his lapel, saying, ] Oh, the usual. Sex, drugs, gambling.
[ Hardly. It was a respectable event, perfect for a fuddy-duddy like Gale. There'd been plenty of drinking, which Astarion could only participate in superficially, and food, which Astarion couldn't participate in at all. He hadn't minded it, though. Gale had been excellent company, although he'd never tell him so; he'd navigated the whole situation with ease, never letting Astarion feel like an outsider. ]
Don't worry. I thought of nothing but you.
[ Well, not nothing. He did have extensive critique of the opera. You call that a contralto?! ]