[ Effectively tugged. The insistence reads a bit like a child protesting having his favorite toy confiscated, and while that might have rankled before－ "I'm a free elf, not a thing for you to keep"－ Iorveth can appreciate that he said some rude shit tonight that might have made Astarion slightly paranoid about the state of Iorveth's headspace.
(The rational voice in Iorveth's head, the one that sounds a little like Jaheira, warns him not to coddle, but it's contained within the single brain cell that he's allowed himself to have for the night. Not very loud, unfortunately.) ]
Why would I regret agreeing?
[ Yes, he has business in the north, but no one up there has reached out to him to tell him to hurry back. The opposite, even. Even Ciaran had told him to take a vacation before he'd left Baldur's Gate, so. Iorveth supposes that this is the not-so-vacation he's chosen to go on.
Pressed close, Iorveth nudges his nose under Astarion's chin. ]
I'd not deprive myself of a chance to see your needs met. I want you to be happy.
[ And, well. Iorveth never does anything that he doesn't want to do, or see value in doing. He can only ever be himself. ]
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(The rational voice in Iorveth's head, the one that sounds a little like Jaheira, warns him not to coddle, but it's contained within the single brain cell that he's allowed himself to have for the night. Not very loud, unfortunately.) ]
Why would I regret agreeing?
[ Yes, he has business in the north, but no one up there has reached out to him to tell him to hurry back. The opposite, even. Even Ciaran had told him to take a vacation before he'd left Baldur's Gate, so. Iorveth supposes that this is the not-so-vacation he's chosen to go on.
Pressed close, Iorveth nudges his nose under Astarion's chin. ]
I'd not deprive myself of a chance to see your needs met. I want you to be happy.
[ And, well. Iorveth never does anything that he doesn't want to do, or see value in doing. He can only ever be himself. ]