[ Reginald was not, in fact, an ass. He was patient, and capable, and put up with a lot of fussing from demanding elves, but Iorveth is far too protective of Astarion right now to defend Reginald's honor over Astarion's feelings; if it'd been Lae'zel or Wyll in Astarion's position, Iorveth would most definitely have told them to grit their teeth and bear it.
It's hard to be objective about someone when their fate is more important to you than your own. Being barked at by anyone would usually make Iorveth's teeth ache, like biting into foil, but in this specific context, he welcomes it. It's the one he was waiting for, so he obliges without question, peeling off his own boots and slipping next to Astarion to wrap his arms around that huddled form as best he can. ]
Mm, [ he hums, as he settles. ] No matter how exhausting the day, this takes the edge off of it.
[ A light squeeze, as punctuation. A truly horrendous affair would end with them separated, he thinks: Iorveth still in Athkatla, Astarion in Waterdeep. He doesn't speak that into existence, lest they turn into famous last words. ]
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It's hard to be objective about someone when their fate is more important to you than your own. Being barked at by anyone would usually make Iorveth's teeth ache, like biting into foil, but in this specific context, he welcomes it. It's the one he was waiting for, so he obliges without question, peeling off his own boots and slipping next to Astarion to wrap his arms around that huddled form as best he can. ]
Mm, [ he hums, as he settles. ] No matter how exhausting the day, this takes the edge off of it.
[ A light squeeze, as punctuation. A truly horrendous affair would end with them separated, he thinks: Iorveth still in Athkatla, Astarion in Waterdeep. He doesn't speak that into existence, lest they turn into famous last words. ]