[The door opens and it's agony to look over at it. If the look on Taryon's face was angry, or scared, his insides were going to curl up and wither.
Instead, Taryon is...well, Astarion isn't quite sure. Usually, it isn't too hard to read the man's expression, but Astarion feels relieved that he isn't rejecting him entirely, at least.
He stands up from the toilet, steps over to him. He stops at a comfortable distance, just in case, but also close enough he could still reach out and touch him.]
...If you don't feel the same, I hope we can remain as friends.
[It hurts to say that. A part of him rages that he demeans himself like this. Most of him is just sad. But the pain isn't the same as when Tav left him for another. He could get past this, right? For the sake of the first person he could truly call a friend since his freedom, he thinks he can.
But if he doesn't have to... His gaze meets Taryon's, hopeful.]
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Instead, Taryon is...well, Astarion isn't quite sure. Usually, it isn't too hard to read the man's expression, but Astarion feels relieved that he isn't rejecting him entirely, at least.
He stands up from the toilet, steps over to him. He stops at a comfortable distance, just in case, but also close enough he could still reach out and touch him.]
...If you don't feel the same, I hope we can remain as friends.
[It hurts to say that. A part of him rages that he demeans himself like this. Most of him is just sad. But the pain isn't the same as when Tav left him for another. He could get past this, right? For the sake of the first person he could truly call a friend since his freedom, he thinks he can.
But if he doesn't have to... His gaze meets Taryon's, hopeful.]