[For a moment, he freezes in place when he hears the knock at the door, looking up from his reading as though he's been caught somewhere he's not supposed to be, despite the fact that it's his room.
Even without answering, he has an idea as to who it must be. Damn it, he'd clearly said too much, letting Astarion get under his skin as he had. Even with that in mind, he's not quite prepared for the way Astarion is leaning against the frame when he answers the door, a familiar bit of parchment in hand.]
I—
[It's not often Gale of Waterdeep is left speechless, but after a moment of looking startled, he settles for scowling.]
Well, it hardly matters now, does it? It's behind us.
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Even without answering, he has an idea as to who it must be. Damn it, he'd clearly said too much, letting Astarion get under his skin as he had. Even with that in mind, he's not quite prepared for the way Astarion is leaning against the frame when he answers the door, a familiar bit of parchment in hand.]
I—
[It's not often Gale of Waterdeep is left speechless, but after a moment of looking startled, he settles for scowling.]
Well, it hardly matters now, does it? It's behind us.
[It is very much not, he knows.]