[ geralt's not the only one noticing the ease - it's something sam picks up on, even now, even if he appears to be easy with so many others, too. what's different here is noticing how geralt seems to relax into it, how at some point, between now and that first conversation after the tunnels, that this can be as simple as two people, two friends, and that can be that.
( it feels good. feels solid. feels like sam isn't just passing time in a strange place, but is connecting, is feeling whole, rather than waiting. )
the look he gives sam is one that really, truthfully, sam expects. and because of that, sam just lets himself grin, knowing that he's being cryptic and that it's a little unfair and yes, okay, geralt should have questions. but in a game of questions chicken? sam will always win. ( and, actually, he appreciates not having to get too far into this. the news reports, the videos - they've been enough for him tonight, he thinks. ) ]
Huh. [ sam considers that answer, and then upon seeing geralt tip back his beer, decides that they should actually go and grab those. he pushes off the wall, motioning towards the kitchen as he walks, a kind of sign for geralt to follow if he chooses to do so. ] That makes sense, given the job description. [ thankfully, no one else seems to be holed away in the kitchen, so as they step inside, sam goes right for the fridge - grabbing two more bottles before stepping back to the counter again. the deja vu that settles over him is overwhelming, but sam lets the feeling rise and then fall as he reaches for an opener. ]
Okay, so better question. How old was the oldest Witcher you knew? Or heard of?
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( it feels good. feels solid. feels like sam isn't just passing time in a strange place, but is connecting, is feeling whole, rather than waiting. )
the look he gives sam is one that really, truthfully, sam expects. and because of that, sam just lets himself grin, knowing that he's being cryptic and that it's a little unfair and yes, okay, geralt should have questions. but in a game of questions chicken? sam will always win. ( and, actually, he appreciates not having to get too far into this. the news reports, the videos - they've been enough for him tonight, he thinks. ) ]
Huh. [ sam considers that answer, and then upon seeing geralt tip back his beer, decides that they should actually go and grab those. he pushes off the wall, motioning towards the kitchen as he walks, a kind of sign for geralt to follow if he chooses to do so. ] That makes sense, given the job description. [ thankfully, no one else seems to be holed away in the kitchen, so as they step inside, sam goes right for the fridge - grabbing two more bottles before stepping back to the counter again. the deja vu that settles over him is overwhelming, but sam lets the feeling rise and then fall as he reaches for an opener. ]
Okay, so better question. How old was the oldest Witcher you knew? Or heard of?