( I'll pass it on immediately earns a scowl — but seeing as Sam isn't actually on this planet anymore, he doesn't try too hard to fight it. It's a token disapproval scowl, just so that it's on record that he thinks Geralt's a huge dickbag.

He struggles his way through the offered opening in the thicket of leaves, yanking a few annoying ones that want to jab him in his face so he can actually reach the prize beyond them. )

Well, he helped save my ass from a giant sand worm like immediately after, so I think maybe the forgiveness thing already half-way happened? It was like some combination of anger-forgiveness. Madgiveness? Somehow, I think we're cool, but he also wants to yeet me directly into the sun at the same time.

( He gives the fruit a yank, and steps back to indicate Geralt can lower his burden. Once they're both in the clear, he decisively declairs: )

Your bestie's weird, dude. Not that I have any room to talk, considering, you know. Cas, but. Still.