[ If it was any other time, Astarion would turn into more of a hissing cat, a feral creature too uncomfortable to admit that he wants to embrace her. He had missed her, for all that he might find fault with her optimism and her energy, and the idea of her disappearing and leaving him here alone had been an uncomfortable one.

He doesn't shrug her off. He stands and accepts the weight of her, because he had missed it, damningly. ]

And the others? They're going to be heartbroken to hear that you're so ready to abandon them to their wiggly fates.

[ Glancing away shyly, he crosses his arms and scoffs. ]

Well. At least you can move back in now.