[Taryon pushes himself up until he is seated directly next to Astarion and pulls in his feet to sit crossed-legged. The wobbling surface is going to give him motion sickness if they don't take this argument elsewhere soon.]
Whatever it was, I'm sorry. I promise I didn't meant to insult you in any way, but if you want me to fix it, you have to explain it to me like I'm...
...like I'm dense. [His eyes are trained on Astarion. The furrowed brow, the frown, it's all hiding something critical.]
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[Taryon pushes himself up until he is seated directly next to Astarion and pulls in his feet to sit crossed-legged. The wobbling surface is going to give him motion sickness if they don't take this argument elsewhere soon.]
Whatever it was, I'm sorry. I promise I didn't meant to insult you in any way, but if you want me to fix it, you have to explain it to me like I'm...
...like I'm dense. [His eyes are trained on Astarion. The furrowed brow, the frown, it's all hiding something critical.]