[ Iorveth observes the reaction, and lingers in the ensuing silence for a few beats. It says enough: shelf the 'l'-word for now. Too quick, too soon, too much. Stay was selfish enough on Iorveth's part for possibly the better part of the next century－ he can keep some of these cards closer to his chest until they're both ready to play them.
Leaning against his own section of wall with the good side of his profile facing Astarion, Iorveth adjusts the strap of his bow sling so that the cradle doesn't dig uncomfortably into his back. ]
Don't lie. You'd despise it if I did.
[ His nose wrinkles a bit, recalling things in very recent memory. ]
Besides, I've already made a fool of myself once in that regard.
[ Ugh. The abject embarrassment of having gotten so up in arms over Astarion biting someone else. Mortifying. ]
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Leaning against his own section of wall with the good side of his profile facing Astarion, Iorveth adjusts the strap of his bow sling so that the cradle doesn't dig uncomfortably into his back. ]
Don't lie. You'd despise it if I did.
[ His nose wrinkles a bit, recalling things in very recent memory. ]
Besides, I've already made a fool of myself once in that regard.
[ Ugh. The abject embarrassment of having gotten so up in arms over Astarion biting someone else. Mortifying. ]