[ Even now, it's still odd to remember being asked to share Iorveth's bed — just share it, he'd insisted. It wasn't anything he had felt like he deserved. For someone to simply want to be near him, without any ulterior motive, had been unthinkable. And yet there Iorveth had been, on the mattress beside him, a polite two inches between them and not a come-on to be found. It had felt a little like playing at being someone else, someone who was allowed that sort of chaste closeness, because he sure wasn't.

He rests his head on Iorveth's shoulder, leaning against him in a way that's just overly affectionate enough to be grating to most onlookers. Luckily, there's no half-orcs in here to demand they get a room. ]

You were so adorable. You were very careful not to let our nethers touch.

[ Which had actually been quite striking to him, but he's still allowed to tease Iorveth about it. ]

That was the first time I ever shared someone's bed without— [ He falters, not wanting to ruin the mood by dredging up anything too unpleasant. ] Well, I'm sure you know. It was... special.