[ He doesn't fault Gale for mentioning it—he did the right thing; Astarion would have found out sooner or later—but he is glad to see (well, hear, since he's currently staring up at the ceiling) Gale go. While he considers Gale a friend, there are some things that are too vulnerable to show even a friend, no matter how supportive that friend might be. For a long time, he didn't want anyone to see his vulnerabilities, ever. He'd learned to hide them for fear that they might be used against him. Iorveth is the first person he ever let see him.
"If you insist," Gale says with a nod, and Astarion can feel his weight lift from the mattress, hear the pitter-patter of his feet as he makes his way to the door. He stops in the doorway, turning back around to say, "There is supper left on the table for you, Iorveth, if you find yourself feeling peckish."
They'd spoken of being too good. Gale really is too good to the both of them. He absconds after that, presumably to start his nightly routine of reading and haircare. ]
He isn't special, [ Astarion says, still staring at the ceiling. ] So he exchanged a few letters with— [ He swallows. ] What do I care?
[ And then, as if arguing with himself, he adds, ] I don't.
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"If you insist," Gale says with a nod, and Astarion can feel his weight lift from the mattress, hear the pitter-patter of his feet as he makes his way to the door. He stops in the doorway, turning back around to say, "There is supper left on the table for you, Iorveth, if you find yourself feeling peckish."
They'd spoken of being too good. Gale really is too good to the both of them. He absconds after that, presumably to start his nightly routine of reading and haircare. ]
He isn't special, [ Astarion says, still staring at the ceiling. ] So he exchanged a few letters with— [ He swallows. ] What do I care?
[ And then, as if arguing with himself, he adds, ] I don't.