[ it's not that geralt hesitates at the question, but there is a passing moment of tension. a breath of weight to it, as geralt doesn't answer the question, but does consider it. if dean has been taken over completely, if there is a part of him still there. what sam sees there, though, has him clenching his teeth in response - geralt doesn't say it, perhaps, but something in sam's gut sees it all the same. it doesn't matter.
and that's the foundation of all of this, isn't it? that sam trusts geralt's instincts. he might not agree with him, and more often than not he usually doesn't; their experiences, their lives, their ways of looking at a situation, they're different and have always been different. and sam doesn't like this whole idea, especially not if there's anything of dean still in there, but if he's going after geralt's people...
i'm going to make sure he can't hurt anyone.
sam holds the eye contact, his expression still tense, his jaw still a tight clench. he waits like there might be something else that geralt would want to say, even when sam knows he won't. even when he knows that answer is all the answer he really needs. he is still for another couple of moments, and then another more. ]
Okay. [ he doesn't like the sound of it, doesn't like the way there is still some sort of tightness in his chest at it. he doesn't...he doesn't like it, he doesn't agree with it, and geralt can probably tell in sam's expression. accepting. accepting. sam's arms over his chest tighten.
he considers leaving it there, but the words come out before he can really think about it. ] I know if there's another way, you'll find it, but okay. [ a beat, and then sam nods, lets out a long exhale - slow, heavy, but accepting. ]
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and that's the foundation of all of this, isn't it? that sam trusts geralt's instincts. he might not agree with him, and more often than not he usually doesn't; their experiences, their lives, their ways of looking at a situation, they're different and have always been different. and sam doesn't like this whole idea, especially not if there's anything of dean still in there, but if he's going after geralt's people...
i'm going to make sure he can't hurt anyone.
sam holds the eye contact, his expression still tense, his jaw still a tight clench. he waits like there might be something else that geralt would want to say, even when sam knows he won't. even when he knows that answer is all the answer he really needs. he is still for another couple of moments, and then another more. ]
Okay. [ he doesn't like the sound of it, doesn't like the way there is still some sort of tightness in his chest at it. he doesn't...he doesn't like it, he doesn't agree with it, and geralt can probably tell in sam's expression. accepting. accepting. sam's arms over his chest tighten.
he considers leaving it there, but the words come out before he can really think about it. ] I know if there's another way, you'll find it, but okay. [ a beat, and then sam nods, lets out a long exhale - slow, heavy, but accepting. ]
Do you think he's in the city?