[Jaskier misses nothing, or at least with plenty of drink in him, he sees everything he wants to see, to fee. He feels the lips on his and the ghost of them, and how Geralt's body is not stiff and uncomfortable, but as relaxed as before. He may even see his expression, which is rare, but not completely unexpected.

Geralt doesn't say anything about it, of course, and Jaskier lets many things go, but he does not allow any kiss he grants go by without commentary.]

If you think I kissed you because you're talking about horses, oooh, my friend, do I have many a bridge to sell. [Ahh, and here is the best part of the Horizon: when Jaskier lifts his glass, somehow it is full all over again, and the wine has not coated his tongue so much he can't taste it anymore. The taste is still as crisp and sweet as when he began drinking it, his body comfortably warm, cheeks flushed.] But horses, for you, are one of your least depressing topics.