Alistair's tone tries for a mix of apology and question and rebuke and falls short of all three. He sits up, propped back on his arms and frowning, to watch what little he can see in the dark, with Zevran's back to him.
Fine. All right. That's happening. And he's still too relieved to have Zevran back at all to be overly hurt by the sense that he's being shut out.
"Okay," he says. "Will you look at me now, at least?"
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Alistair's tone tries for a mix of apology and question and rebuke and falls short of all three. He sits up, propped back on his arms and frowning, to watch what little he can see in the dark, with Zevran's back to him.
Fine. All right. That's happening. And he's still too relieved to have Zevran back at all to be overly hurt by the sense that he's being shut out.
"Okay," he says. "Will you look at me now, at least?"