"Afraid I'll fall and crush you and the world will end," Alistair says.
Afraid he'll look too pleased and Zevran will know everything, afraid that once he knows he'll look back and every opportunity Alistair's taken to touch him will be sullied and wrong and some sort of betrayal, afraid he'll lose all two inches of progress he's made this week in his quest to get a grip on himself.
But Zevran still has his hand out, and Alistair can't leave him standing there like that. He takes it.
"I'm exactly as terrible as that," he says. "You'll have to lead."
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Afraid he'll look too pleased and Zevran will know everything, afraid that once he knows he'll look back and every opportunity Alistair's taken to touch him will be sullied and wrong and some sort of betrayal, afraid he'll lose all two inches of progress he's made this week in his quest to get a grip on himself.
But Zevran still has his hand out, and Alistair can't leave him standing there like that. He takes it.
"I'm exactly as terrible as that," he says. "You'll have to lead."