[ whatever it is that geralt needs to do to accept sam’s help, he’s grateful for it. feels better, knowing that it won’t be a fight every time. because it is true, sam does have his own reasons for it, and he’s not going to stop, either. it also doesn’t help that geralt is always so willing to step in, too - so much that sam almost feels like he’s falling behind, in this friendship back and forth.
(he knows it’s not that simple, knows there is so much more to it, but this is friendship, first and foremost, and sam’s found himself feeling comfortable with the term- not that he’s ever had much hang ups about it, but something about geralt makes him think it may be a bit more serious.)
but hearing about ciri, hearing geralt talk about ciri, it’s nice. it somehow makes sam feel a bit more grounded, himself. being around something that feels familial, seeing firsthand geralt’s shadow image come and arrive to him now. sam might have asked more questions- about what the training process is like, what monster hunting is supposed to be.
but the geralt says that and sam takes half a second to look at geralt, as if just to make sure he’s not making some kind of joke, before he leans his head back to the wall and groans. ]
Are you kidding me? [ sam’s tone makes it very obvious that he knows he’s not, and there is a large amount of being put out that sam’s seems to be emitting right now. ] Let me guess- Witcher thing? [ without waiting for an answer, he finishes the beer. feels like he’s allowed that. ] Shit. I should have known you were old as balls. I somehow should have just known.
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(he knows it’s not that simple, knows there is so much more to it, but this is friendship, first and foremost, and sam’s found himself feeling comfortable with the term- not that he’s ever had much hang ups about it, but something about geralt makes him think it may be a bit more serious.)
but hearing about ciri, hearing geralt talk about ciri, it’s nice. it somehow makes sam feel a bit more grounded, himself. being around something that feels familial, seeing firsthand geralt’s shadow image come and arrive to him now. sam might have asked more questions- about what the training process is like, what monster hunting is supposed to be.
but the geralt says that and sam takes half a second to look at geralt, as if just to make sure he’s not making some kind of joke, before he leans his head back to the wall and groans. ]
Are you kidding me? [ sam’s tone makes it very obvious that he knows he’s not, and there is a large amount of being put out that sam’s seems to be emitting right now. ] Let me guess- Witcher thing? [ without waiting for an answer, he finishes the beer. feels like he’s allowed that. ] Shit. I should have known you were old as balls. I somehow should have just known.