Oh shit— [Taryon attempts to crawl across the bed to check on Astarion after his tumble, bit all that does is make it more difficult to traverse. It manages to knock the remaining elven foot off of it, and Tary is left alone with Doty silently watching from the corner.
Taryon pulls his legs over the edge, then slides off to slump onto the floor.] What am I supposed to do? [He faces the wall, though he talks to Doty.] It's not— I mean, we're friends, but it's not as if I can just leave for home. Do you think he went with me to a love hotel on purpose? He was eager to show me the bed...
Tary. [Doty speaks plainly, but a simple response that mimics a real, comforting person helps more than screaming into a pillow.]
You're right. I can just go. But it would be a real shame to pass on that bathtub they advertised— [A pause.] Well, if he invites me to join him there, I can refuse. Easy enough. And you're here in case something goes wrong...
[A bitterness overtakes him. It must be expunged.] No, no, I shouldn't think of him that way. He wouldn't be so...I don't know. Maybe I'm just too stupid to have noticed the obvious signs. I'm handsome, yes, but the difference in our ages is pretty big, and I don't know how good he's be...remember Clarke? Actually no, that was your previous version. He was really nice but that was all a lie to get my money. It's an embarrassing chapter of my story. I don't want to deal with that again.
[As sigh. He grabs a chair and hoists himself onto his feet.]
...Maybe that kiss was a fluke. Maybe he's not usually like that. Am I being naive by trusting him, Doty?
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Taryon pulls his legs over the edge, then slides off to slump onto the floor.] What am I supposed to do? [He faces the wall, though he talks to Doty.] It's not— I mean, we're friends, but it's not as if I can just leave for home. Do you think he went with me to a love hotel on purpose? He was eager to show me the bed...
Tary. [Doty speaks plainly, but a simple response that mimics a real, comforting person helps more than screaming into a pillow.]
You're right. I can just go. But it would be a real shame to pass on that bathtub they advertised— [A pause.] Well, if he invites me to join him there, I can refuse. Easy enough. And you're here in case something goes wrong...
[A bitterness overtakes him. It must be expunged.] No, no, I shouldn't think of him that way. He wouldn't be so...I don't know. Maybe I'm just too stupid to have noticed the obvious signs. I'm handsome, yes, but the difference in our ages is pretty big, and I don't know how good he's be...remember Clarke? Actually no, that was your previous version. He was really nice but that was all a lie to get my money. It's an embarrassing chapter of my story. I don't want to deal with that again.
[As sigh. He grabs a chair and hoists himself onto his feet.]
...Maybe that kiss was a fluke. Maybe he's not usually like that. Am I being naive by trusting him, Doty?