[ He watches the words playing on those lips, quiet as the elf speaks. It still didn't make that much sense to him - if that was love, then why did it seem so complicated? He had people he shared himself with, who he cared for an trusted. Maybe even some more than others - as he had said, there were people he fucked, and then there were people he fucked that had grown into friends. Something more.
What does hit him, however, is what Zevran says about himself. That he hadn't had much of that, and the little he did was tainted. It explains a little of the trepidation, the insecurity that had seemed so uncharacteristic.
Taas reaches out and tilts up the Antivan's chin so that their eyes meet. ]
If that is what love is, then I already share my love with you, Zevran. I've never let my guard down as much as I have with you.
[ The same with Cyril, but he wasn't going to mention that right now. Zevran seemed to need a reminder that he was worth so much more than he though he was. ]
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What does hit him, however, is what Zevran says about himself. That he hadn't had much of that, and the little he did was tainted. It explains a little of the trepidation, the insecurity that had seemed so uncharacteristic.
Taas reaches out and tilts up the Antivan's chin so that their eyes meet. ]
If that is what love is, then I already share my love with you, Zevran. I've never let my guard down as much as I have with you.
[ The same with Cyril, but he wasn't going to mention that right now. Zevran seemed to need a reminder that he was worth so much more than he though he was. ]