[ ( Insight Check: dirty 20 ) Astarion watches Gale, the way he can't seem to find a place to seat himself, the wizard's smile like a mask. In the past few months Astarion could write off this behavior - they hadn't been particularly close despite his attempts to assure Gale that he does in fact genuinely care about his well being. He doesn't blame Gale for not accepting his overtures of friendship, exactly, but there's a sting to the rejection.
And there is also something else becoming increasingly clear. ]
I am. [ Quite at home here. He doesn't conjure himself a glass of wine like he normally might. He's continuing to eye Gale, a small pinch at his brow. ]
But you've remained... [ it takes him a second to land on a word: ] unsettled. I had hoped you might share why, eventually, but it seems you still don't trust me.
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And there is also something else becoming increasingly clear. ]
I am. [ Quite at home here. He doesn't conjure himself a glass of wine like he normally might. He's continuing to eye Gale, a small pinch at his brow. ]
But you've remained... [ it takes him a second to land on a word: ] unsettled. I had hoped you might share why, eventually, but it seems you still don't trust me.