[ Bastien frowns at his crystal, as it spills out far more than he’d expected. ]
My first love—
[ Is this Astarion’s? It seems likely that it’s the first he can remember, or at least the first he’s experiencing as something aching instead of friendly and fizzy. ]
I wasn’t his type, either.
[ Bastien doesn’t want to talk about Vincent. He’s not mentioning it to talk about it. Only to make a tacit promise to be as careful with this raw piece of heart as he would have wanted someone to be with his own. There won’t be any further eyebrow waggling from his corner. ]
You won’t lose him. He will be alright. We are taking a lot of precautions—and you will look out for him. [ Gently, ] And he will look out for you, non?
[ Not rhetorical. He wants to hear it. It’s one thing not to be someone’s type. It’s another to be so entirely devoted to someone who doesn’t care—as a friend or brother or whatever other way they can offer—just as much in return. ]
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My first love—
[ Is this Astarion’s? It seems likely that it’s the first he can remember, or at least the first he’s experiencing as something aching instead of friendly and fizzy. ]
I wasn’t his type, either.
[ Bastien doesn’t want to talk about Vincent. He’s not mentioning it to talk about it. Only to make a tacit promise to be as careful with this raw piece of heart as he would have wanted someone to be with his own. There won’t be any further eyebrow waggling from his corner. ]
You won’t lose him. He will be alright. We are taking a lot of precautions—and you will look out for him. [ Gently, ] And he will look out for you, non?
[ Not rhetorical. He wants to hear it. It’s one thing not to be someone’s type. It’s another to be so entirely devoted to someone who doesn’t care—as a friend or brother or whatever other way they can offer—just as much in return. ]