[Years later, when they've long since learned one another, Leto will laugh at his own folly. He'll know to read the come-on for what it truly is: a purring late night proposition that offers him an easy way in or out. He'll scoff at at his own fluster and the way he tripped over his own paws in his eagerness not offend— and he won't regret it, not really. Not when it was done out of care and concern.
But for now, what Fenris thinks is that Astarion has sensed his own discomfort and is overcompensating to make him feel better. That whether or not he is actually comfortable with it remains secondary; that training and conditioning have long since kicked in, whispering that offering a flirtatious statement is far easier than being raw and honest.
And that's fine. Fenris won't ever fault him for that. But nor does he want to make it worse. And yet—]
You have?
[The written equivalent of blurted out, his pen striking fast.]
no subject
But for now, what Fenris thinks is that Astarion has sensed his own discomfort and is overcompensating to make him feel better. That whether or not he is actually comfortable with it remains secondary; that training and conditioning have long since kicked in, whispering that offering a flirtatious statement is far easier than being raw and honest.
And that's fine. Fenris won't ever fault him for that. But nor does he want to make it worse. And yet—]
You have?
[The written equivalent of blurted out, his pen striking fast.]
when?
with whom?