[ A horrible thing, to feel betrayed by the existence you have to inhabit. Wanting one thing, but feeling something entirely different. It's agony, Iorveth assumes, not stupid; nesting Astarion a little closer, he rests his chin against silver hair and frowns. ]
...You can speak without fear of judgment.
[ A hand slides up Astarion's back, resting between shoulderblades. Bracing and holding against emotional impact (the worst kind of pain). ]
What makes it "worse" for you?
[ Again, if Astarion wants to talk about it. This time, Iorveth knows better than to threaten him with logical advice; this time, he genuinely only wishes to know. ]
no subject
...You can speak without fear of judgment.
[ A hand slides up Astarion's back, resting between shoulderblades. Bracing and holding against emotional impact (the worst kind of pain). ]
What makes it "worse" for you?
[ Again, if Astarion wants to talk about it. This time, Iorveth knows better than to threaten him with logical advice; this time, he genuinely only wishes to know. ]