[He listens, despite his own internal turmoil. He's heard the story of the starlit boy countless times (and enjoyed it just as many, for Zevlor is surprisingly wonderful at taking the mundane and making it fanciful), but rarer do the more ordinary stories of Astarion's youth come forth. And he likes hearing those, too: little clues as to who the pale elf was, before he became Fenris' savior.]
He didn't break his neck.
[Gentle rebuttal, for he can sense there's more yet to come. Some of the misery ebbs out of his expression, his back straightening as he regards his foster father.]
So, what, the point is that he won't ever stop or shut up, even when he should?
[Ah, still a sullen teenager beneath it all, for the backsass comes out no matter what.]
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He didn't break his neck.
[Gentle rebuttal, for he can sense there's more yet to come. Some of the misery ebbs out of his expression, his back straightening as he regards his foster father.]
So, what, the point is that he won't ever stop or shut up, even when he should?
[Ah, still a sullen teenager beneath it all, for the backsass comes out no matter what.]