[ Geralt is shit at small talk of any kind; it's a testament to Dean's ability to fill the silence for both of them that the conversation even goes beyond thirty seconds.
Once it dies, Geralt sure as fuck isn't the one to resuscitate it.
Last time he had cellmates, he was crammed in with three others for weeks. Only one of whom he could really tolerate. (Ironically, the vampire.) He is, in other words, exceptionally good at ignoring a variety of pacing, sighing, and yes, the fucking bouncing ball that's emerged out of nowhere.
Geralt, meanwhile, has not moved from where he's planted himself. He cracks open one eye. Than the other. ]
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Once it dies, Geralt sure as fuck isn't the one to resuscitate it.
Last time he had cellmates, he was crammed in with three others for weeks. Only one of whom he could really tolerate. (Ironically, the vampire.) He is, in other words, exceptionally good at ignoring a variety of pacing, sighing, and yes, the fucking bouncing ball that's emerged out of nowhere.
Geralt, meanwhile, has not moved from where he's planted himself. He cracks open one eye. Than the other. ]
Spare me the philosophical quandary of fish.