[ While Dean wrenches, Geralt opens the jar for another drink. The weather's often mild here—warm, but not too warm, and after too many months on the desert, he's beginning to appreciate mild more than ever. ]
Mm-hm. [ His gaze lingers on Dean. He's returned to looking thoughtful. ] That's not the only smell on you.
[ Were it anyone else, Geralt would've let the observation pass by. Not his business, not his problem to find out. Unfortunately for Dean, he's reached the stage in friendship with Geralt where Geralt will, in fact, choose to prod at certain things.
He's curious, that's all. Considering Castiel came to him for love advice, he thinks they've already crossed the private affairs line, anyhow. ]
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Mm-hm. [ His gaze lingers on Dean. He's returned to looking thoughtful. ] That's not the only smell on you.
[ Were it anyone else, Geralt would've let the observation pass by. Not his business, not his problem to find out. Unfortunately for Dean, he's reached the stage in friendship with Geralt where Geralt will, in fact, choose to prod at certain things.
He's curious, that's all. Considering Castiel came to him for love advice, he thinks they've already crossed the private affairs line, anyhow. ]