[ He'd thought the sentiment was obvious, and that Iorveth already knew. It seems impossible for him not to — Astarion is long past hiding his obsession. He never would have said something so painfully vulnerable if he thought it weren't already common knowledge, and his face heats up in turn, going from cold to lukewarm.

Sputtering, he curls his fingers underneath Iorveth hand to forcibly peel it from his face (rude!). ]

—Well, I thought you already knew!

[ He would die for Iorveth, he would kill for Iorveth (either way, what bliss). He wants nothing more than to spend eternity with Iorveth at his side. Why would he ever want to do these things, if not because Iorveth is his light in the darkness? ]

Isn't it obvious? Out of all the shit I've been dealt [ —said with a not-insignificant amount of bitterness— ] you are the one gift that life has given me.