[He needs a moment to figure out what's going on. He's not a wise man.
But he realizes now.] Oh. [It's the flirty tone he's used to, but genuinely directed at him. The bed. Cuddling. He hopes it's just cuddling.]
You...want to go to bed now? Wait, no, that sounds stupid. Sure. We can go rest. [He rotates his wrist, and he takes Astarion's in his hand to pull him up. The elf is shorter than Taryon, so he thankfully doesn't look directly into his eyes when he stands.
He turns away to wipe the space where they sat and wrestled atop the blanket.]
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But he realizes now.] Oh. [It's the flirty tone he's used to, but genuinely directed at him. The bed. Cuddling. He hopes it's just cuddling.]
You...want to go to bed now? Wait, no, that sounds stupid. Sure. We can go rest. [He rotates his wrist, and he takes Astarion's in his hand to pull him up. The elf is shorter than Taryon, so he thankfully doesn't look directly into his eyes when he stands.
He turns away to wipe the space where they sat and wrestled atop the blanket.]