[ sam assumes it's that - that this time, that it was geralt's idea to be here in the first place, that he doesn't simply close down, that over the years it has felt different when they are here. in the end, sam's gonna blame himself for not getting better at the reading part of all this. (blame may be an intense word, but it's just something sam might start focusing on getting better at.
still, he does think this is better than where they were before. the fact geralt is bringing any of this up at all does not pass sam by. but some of the worst parts of all this, some of the hardest things that sam's ever had to learn to live with, is that sometimes that's all you can do. there is no grand gesture, no secret sauce, no perfect set of words that ever makes any of this suddenly okay. trauma doesn't work that way, and sam doesn't expect it to work that way across different universes either.
but talking about it does help, as frustrating as it might also feel, and sam can't help the small smile he wears when he drinks the rest of his water from his waterskin and tosses it over towards geralt. ]
Well; when you figure out how to share, we both know I could do with some more weight training.
[ it's a joke, yes, but layered with truth too. something that sam doesn't question whether geralt knows. that sam is here, that sam will always be there to help, and that he knows it's not always that simple.
he pushes to his feet and stretches out the cooled-down muscles in his legs and back before he takes the few steps over to where geralt's settled and holds out a hand - pulling geralt to his feet when he takes it. ]
Until then, we've gotta carry ourselves back down this mountain before the sun gets too high. I'm not gonna be out here when the worst of the heat hits. I refuse.
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still, he does think this is better than where they were before. the fact geralt is bringing any of this up at all does not pass sam by. but some of the worst parts of all this, some of the hardest things that sam's ever had to learn to live with, is that sometimes that's all you can do. there is no grand gesture, no secret sauce, no perfect set of words that ever makes any of this suddenly okay. trauma doesn't work that way, and sam doesn't expect it to work that way across different universes either.
but talking about it does help, as frustrating as it might also feel, and sam can't help the small smile he wears when he drinks the rest of his water from his waterskin and tosses it over towards geralt. ]
Well; when you figure out how to share, we both know I could do with some more weight training.
[ it's a joke, yes, but layered with truth too. something that sam doesn't question whether geralt knows. that sam is here, that sam will always be there to help, and that he knows it's not always that simple.
he pushes to his feet and stretches out the cooled-down muscles in his legs and back before he takes the few steps over to where geralt's settled and holds out a hand - pulling geralt to his feet when he takes it. ]
Until then, we've gotta carry ourselves back down this mountain before the sun gets too high. I'm not gonna be out here when the worst of the heat hits. I refuse.