It's been a while, hasn't it? And for all the comfort of growth and adjustment, it's always a different beast that inevitably comes home to roost on a tail end of a stutter like that (irony far from lost on him, considering why they've wound up here like this). Ebb and flow. Tide and echo. Astarion's not unsympathetic. Least of all for his sole chosen companion and beating heart. Least of all when he still feels the fall line of his prior distress, aligned now with Leto's own.
But he's not one to belittle him, either. And he's no desire to lie.]
Not insomuch, no. Not for a very long time, anyway, and the last time it was, it was just some perceptive little gambler in the Flophouse hoping to catch my hand.
[His smile is sly and practiced, his eyes are soft and entirely sincere; he lifts one knuckle just to brush it along the edge of Leto's own akin to rapping on a door.]
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It's been a while, hasn't it? And for all the comfort of growth and adjustment, it's always a different beast that inevitably comes home to roost on a tail end of a stutter like that (irony far from lost on him, considering why they've wound up here like this). Ebb and flow. Tide and echo. Astarion's not unsympathetic. Least of all for his sole chosen companion and beating heart. Least of all when he still feels the fall line of his prior distress, aligned now with Leto's own.
But he's not one to belittle him, either. And he's no desire to lie.]
Not insomuch, no. Not for a very long time, anyway, and the last time it was, it was just some perceptive little gambler in the Flophouse hoping to catch my hand.
[His smile is sly and practiced, his eyes are soft and entirely sincere; he lifts one knuckle just to brush it along the edge of Leto's own akin to rapping on a door.]
You're nervous?