[ Just one joke. Since it's been used, Geralt offers no more. He finds the nearest surface to sit on, unbothered by any awkwardness in the air that might be there.
A shrug answers the look. ] You don't drink.
[ What else is he to offer for a shit time if not liquor or food? Geralt understands two languages, and those are it. Notably, Geralt has no hotdog of his own. He's drinking out of a bottle instead—unmarked, the sort of glass jug one would find in the stores of Kaer Morhen.
As for home— ]
Always something. [ Nothing new. ] Ciri's safe. Dean didn't make it home.
[ So that conversation they had once, about what might need to be done—it isn't relevant. Not anymore. He's trying to put his focus on his family. The ones who are left. (Lately, he's started to include Nero in that category.) ]
no subject
A shrug answers the look. ] You don't drink.
[ What else is he to offer for a shit time if not liquor or food? Geralt understands two languages, and those are it. Notably, Geralt has no hotdog of his own. He's drinking out of a bottle instead—unmarked, the sort of glass jug one would find in the stores of Kaer Morhen.
As for home— ]
Always something. [ Nothing new. ] Ciri's safe. Dean didn't make it home.
[ So that conversation they had once, about what might need to be done—it isn't relevant. Not anymore. He's trying to put his focus on his family. The ones who are left. (Lately, he's started to include Nero in that category.) ]