[Taryon startles at the hug - not the response he expected in what he though was the midst of a serious conversation, but it's a good sign. He raises a hand to rest on Astarion's arm.]
...This is also nice. [He's held. He's being held like he's important and that's the greatest intimate act he can imagine on this night.]
[He's worried for a moment he'll be pushed away, but he isn't. Instead he touches him with his warm hand.]
It is. I really do like this.
[Just spending a night with him, like before when they were merely friends. But with a little more to it. More affection, more gentle touches and sweet kisses.
Not feeling like he has to do more.
He has a similar sensation in his chest as the moment Taryon said he wanted to try being with him. With wonder, he says into Taryon's shoulder:]
[Taryon's smile curls like a happy cat's. A weight in his arms, a body holding his as if he were a precious person - it's been years since he felt like this. Men who got physically close, men with whom he had wonderful dates, but now he has a close friend in love with him.]
It feels rather sweet.
[Romantic. A kindness in this ugly and terrifying world.]
...I hope I can keep you [There's a slightest pause.] happy.
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...This is also nice. [He's held. He's being held like he's important and that's the greatest intimate act he can imagine on this night.]
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It is. I really do like this.
[Just spending a night with him, like before when they were merely friends. But with a little more to it. More affection, more gentle touches and sweet kisses.
Not feeling like he has to do more.
He has a similar sensation in his chest as the moment Taryon said he wanted to try being with him. With wonder, he says into Taryon's shoulder:]
I feel happy.
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It feels rather sweet.
[Romantic. A kindness in this ugly and terrifying world.]
...I hope I can keep you [There's a slightest pause.] happy.
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[Astarion would like that. Someone to care about him. Someone that would be upset and passionate about saving him if he too was taken by a rift.
He leans back, loathe to leave the hug, but it might get too awkward remaining like that. He nods his head at the bed.]
Let's rest, shall we?
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...I'm alright with hugging in bed.
[He feels rather cold this late spring night. He just hadn't noticed it until he let go of Astarion.]