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[ Astarion can sense it, he thinks, pulsing between the pixels that spells out texts that aren't quite innocuous, per se, but play down what he imagines Koby to be feeling. Contained, controlled sadness hiding a whirlpool. But this is— the best he can do. What he would want for himself, were their roles reversed. ]

As is her right as a sophisticated lady.
I'll wait to hear from you. Take as long as you need.

[kobes]

[astarion has it pegged exactly -- koby isn't sure how, but he's grateful for it, for the escape in the casual, congenial air of the conversation. it doesn't jostle the hurt, the ache too deeply, it allows a facade that keeps the teeming grief at bay.

so, by way of thanks, he doesn't text again (he has a packing task to attend to), but he does send one thing more:]

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