[ Oh, that's terrible. Iorveth scours his memory, and he can't think of a time when Astarion made Iorveth feel the way Astarion is sure to be feeling now. That puts things into stark perspective, and makes him shift closer to Astarion's side. Instinct over intellect. ]
Terrible. As if your love meant less to me than my desire to think that I know better.
[ That's what it boils down to, in a sense. Iorveth thinking that he knows what's best for Astarion, ignoring the signs that point to the opposite. That's a Him Problem, not an Astarion Problem; it must have made him feel horrible. The worst thing Iorveth could do, really, to refuse to see Astarion at his clearest. ]
Astarion. I was wrong. [ The easiest three words to say, under the circumstances. Iorveth doesn't reach to touch Astarion, but something under his skin itches to. ] I'm sorry.
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Terrible. As if your love meant less to me than my desire to think that I know better.
[ That's what it boils down to, in a sense. Iorveth thinking that he knows what's best for Astarion, ignoring the signs that point to the opposite. That's a Him Problem, not an Astarion Problem; it must have made him feel horrible. The worst thing Iorveth could do, really, to refuse to see Astarion at his clearest. ]
Astarion. I was wrong. [ The easiest three words to say, under the circumstances. Iorveth doesn't reach to touch Astarion, but something under his skin itches to. ] I'm sorry.