[But oh, those emotions. That heartache, and though it is ultimately a good thing, gods, but it hurts his heart to feel. His hand rises, his palm catching Astarion's cheek, his thumb running over the curve, as he adds:]
What was that? The biting . . .
[Not that he minds. He can guess, but sometimes it's nice to have an easy way out of a heartfelt conversation— or not. To linger in sentiment or move on to lighter things, but either way, Leto isn't going anywhere. And now that he's guaranteed he's trapped a bit longer (drops of blood welling fresh now that he's jostled those wounds, clotting still mostly intact), he might as well ask.]
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What was that? The biting . . .
[Not that he minds. He can guess, but sometimes it's nice to have an easy way out of a heartfelt conversation— or not. To linger in sentiment or move on to lighter things, but either way, Leto isn't going anywhere. And now that he's guaranteed he's trapped a bit longer (drops of blood welling fresh now that he's jostled those wounds, clotting still mostly intact), he might as well ask.]