[ Iorveth can say that he really tried to be an adult about all of this, that he tried to give Astarion every possible out, but really－ it's all in his overactive head. Chronically turning over "what-if"s, terrified of the thought of not knowing what to do when the worst comes. Contingencies on contingencies on contingencies. He has to remind himself that Astarion hasn't given him any indication of being unhappy, and the only times he's been unhappy were, well. When Iorveth implied that he would be unhappy. Phew.
His pulse feels a little too fast; he's sure Astarion can feel it when they link hands, fingers loose under that cool grip until they finally curl and squeeze. ]
Then I never will.
[ Slowly, with grim conviction. Iorveth never would, and the reality of that feels. Threatening? Maybe it's unhealthy. Probably. ]
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His pulse feels a little too fast; he's sure Astarion can feel it when they link hands, fingers loose under that cool grip until they finally curl and squeeze. ]
Then I never will.
[ Slowly, with grim conviction. Iorveth never would, and the reality of that feels. Threatening? Maybe it's unhealthy. Probably. ]
I'll be graceless and selfish with your time.