[ This is actually very sweet, and Astarion is touched that even in his half-conscious haze Iorveth tries to comfort him — but being pulled into the cradle of Iorveth's body and having his gentle hand on his back just makes him want to pass out more. It's the opposite of helpful at this moment in time. ]
I know you're here.
[ There's nothing he wants to do less than tear himself away from Iorveth, but he musters up just enough willpower to do it. Sort of. A polite two inches of distance between them, really. ]
I haven't shut my eyes once.
[ Which is good, except for all the ways that it isn't. It's a pro that he's avoided any more restless nightmares, but a con that he's done it by lying in bed staring at the ceiling all day. He sighs melodramatically, turning over onto his stomach and pressing his face into the pillow.
Muffled: ] I can't steal from a hag in this state.
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I know you're here.
[ There's nothing he wants to do less than tear himself away from Iorveth, but he musters up just enough willpower to do it. Sort of. A polite two inches of distance between them, really. ]
I haven't shut my eyes once.
[ Which is good, except for all the ways that it isn't. It's a pro that he's avoided any more restless nightmares, but a con that he's done it by lying in bed staring at the ceiling all day. He sighs melodramatically, turning over onto his stomach and pressing his face into the pillow.
Muffled: ] I can't steal from a hag in this state.