[ castiel nods along as geralt touches on each topic. It's pretty standard, about what cas was expecting, though the cuckolding has the angel tilting his head. the review of his sex life is plenty more than was needed, and cas makes a mental note to seek out geralt for any future intercourse related questions. but, after meeting chuck, cas gets the impression he's not as concerned about the premarital sex. before he's able to tell geralt, jaskier appears, with his own inventory of confessions.
he's about to interject to say the confession doesn't really count if someone else does it for you, but jaskier seems like he's on a roll. apparently he needed to vent some things. alright, well, pop off. as the list goes on, and on, and on, castiel's squinted gaze and arched brow gradually shift back to geralt. he has many questions, not the least of all being who is sir claus? but this routine isn't meant to be a discussion, really. ]
Three Hail Mary's, and... apologize to Jaskier.
[ you've been a bad friend, geralt, you can't just leave your buddy on a mountain, it's rude. cas hands the witcher a scrap of paper with the prayer written on it, muttering "just read it silently three times". right, well. confession sorted. time to wrap it up. ]
You are forgiven.
[ cas recites, and just for good measure, reaches out to give geralt a healing tap to the forehead, in case it helps with whatever impurity purging is supposed to be happening right now. his post-elixir hangover and nausea are now gone, his battle wounds are mended, his skin is clear. ]
no subject
he's about to interject to say the confession doesn't really count if someone else does it for you, but jaskier seems like he's on a roll. apparently he needed to vent some things. alright, well, pop off. as the list goes on, and on, and on, castiel's squinted gaze and arched brow gradually shift back to geralt. he has many questions, not the least of all being who is sir claus? but this routine isn't meant to be a discussion, really. ]
Three Hail Mary's, and... apologize to Jaskier.
[ you've been a bad friend, geralt, you can't just leave your buddy on a mountain, it's rude. cas hands the witcher a scrap of paper with the prayer written on it, muttering "just read it silently three times". right, well. confession sorted. time to wrap it up. ]
You are forgiven.
[ cas recites, and just for good measure, reaches out to give geralt a healing tap to the forehead, in case it helps with whatever impurity purging is supposed to be happening right now. his post-elixir hangover and nausea are now gone, his battle wounds are mended, his skin is clear. ]
Um. Go with God?