[It's likely unsurprising that it takes a moment for what Solas says to sink in. The smaller elf staring at him, expression shifting in small ways that betrayed the rapid internal thought process, accompanied by the slight pull of pointed ears downward. A subtle tell, but noticeable all the same.]
He... might not have. Like you said- [But even as he said it, in that rasped uncertain tone, it sounded wrong on his tongue in an uncomfortably familiar way. The bitter taste of denial, for all he hadn't realized it before.] He might not have-
[He shook his head, though it was hard to say if he was denying the idea, or dispelling the chance of it not happening. Even Kion wasn't sure in the moment, hands pressed against the sides of his thighs to stop them shaking.]
If... who-[A rattling sort of breath interrupting the thought.] who was I talking to then?
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He... might not have. Like you said- [But even as he said it, in that rasped uncertain tone, it sounded wrong on his tongue in an uncomfortably familiar way. The bitter taste of denial, for all he hadn't realized it before.] He might not have-
[He shook his head, though it was hard to say if he was denying the idea, or dispelling the chance of it not happening. Even Kion wasn't sure in the moment, hands pressed against the sides of his thighs to stop them shaking.]
If... who-[A rattling sort of breath interrupting the thought.] who was I talking to then?