Not that he should expect anything less. Such a remark would be only slightly less easy to discard in the context of a normal conversation. Here, it could be nothing but a valve to release steam, or some form of light deflection. Or, if he's being uncharitable, some convoluted, last-ditch effort to pay insult to Godfrey before Godfrey could do it to him. A knee jerking in the face of what is to be a moment of tense discomfort - or so he hopes.
The stranger thing would be if he had meant this remark in complete seriousness, and particularly with how that levity falls away like brittle leaves when next he speaks. Godfrey's first instinct is to try and soften Astarion's words for him, as the conversation in his head certainly calls not for talk of hanging oneself. But he knows what this is - stalling - and he knows that Astarion would surely not appreciate the effort until he puts his hand down for him to see.
So; he takes another breath, touching Astarion's gaze with his own, and he speaks; "I know you're dead, Astarion. And I know why you still walk. It's high time we had a conversation about it."
There. He's let it out in the air.
Godfrey sits, completely still, elbows hanging from his knees, hands clasped.
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Not that he should expect anything less. Such a remark would be only slightly less easy to discard in the context of a normal conversation. Here, it could be nothing but a valve to release steam, or some form of light deflection. Or, if he's being uncharitable, some convoluted, last-ditch effort to pay insult to Godfrey before Godfrey could do it to him. A knee jerking in the face of what is to be a moment of tense discomfort - or so he hopes.
The stranger thing would be if he had meant this remark in complete seriousness, and particularly with how that levity falls away like brittle leaves when next he speaks. Godfrey's first instinct is to try and soften Astarion's words for him, as the conversation in his head certainly calls not for talk of hanging oneself. But he knows what this is - stalling - and he knows that Astarion would surely not appreciate the effort until he puts his hand down for him to see.
So; he takes another breath, touching Astarion's gaze with his own, and he speaks; "I know you're dead, Astarion. And I know why you still walk. It's high time we had a conversation about it."
There. He's let it out in the air.
Godfrey sits, completely still, elbows hanging from his knees, hands clasped.
He doesn't move.