[ He follows Dean's eyes to where the Mark once sat. There's a shake of his head—not that.
No, this is...less alarming. Interesting, but not alarming.
Geralt doesn't let the mystery linger. He switches out wrench for ratchet, then clarifies with the nonchalance of weather observation: ]
Your angel. You worked things out.
[ Whether Geralt means he smells it here or he'd noticed it at some point in Cadens is left unexplained. It matters none. He'd have caught the scent eventually, and from there, it's only a case of Dean asking him How long have you known?
May as well address it now. And besides, whatever tension remains between he and Castiel, Geralt doesn't wish him ill. If they're happy—that's good. Fuck knows they could all use a bit of it in their lives. ]
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No, this is...less alarming. Interesting, but not alarming.
Geralt doesn't let the mystery linger. He switches out wrench for ratchet, then clarifies with the nonchalance of weather observation: ]
Your angel. You worked things out.
[ Whether Geralt means he smells it here or he'd noticed it at some point in Cadens is left unexplained. It matters none. He'd have caught the scent eventually, and from there, it's only a case of Dean asking him How long have you known?
May as well address it now. And besides, whatever tension remains between he and Castiel, Geralt doesn't wish him ill. If they're happy—that's good. Fuck knows they could all use a bit of it in their lives. ]