"I'm not leaving. And I'm not accepting it, not as you've presented it, especially when you admit that you 'blunted some softer edges'."

He gestures between them.

"What is the point, Astarion? Why do you put every single possible barrier in the way, use every word, every excuse to stop me from offering sympathy o-or even helping you. Because" grumble, "surprise, I don't care who's fucking fault it is that you're hurting. I just want to help you stop hurting."

Sigh.

"In a way that is not 'don't think about it, never think about it, jam it in a corner and never look at it again'."