[ sam takes that as a win, even though he's well aware that isn't how this works. it's well enough for now, his mind already having moved on to the kids, to the mines, to thoughts he's been volleying back and forth for ages and ideas he is caught somewhere between 'aren't good enough' and 'should have acted on them before now.
geralt seems content to mull the question over, and sam is fine with the time as well, his thoughts circling and spreading out - working on the pig, going down the list for the party, bouncing back and forth between i need to remember to do this tonight and after the party is over i will reach out for that.
they work in comfortable silence for the span that geralt takes to consider his words, with sam moving around the new kitchen - brief moments where he pauses, has to remind himself where the new placement for everything goes. it's a few moments later when geralt speaks up again and sam refcuses, bringing his attention back to geralt directly.
i've known men like him.
sam blinks and he sees tony, he sees suits of iron and steel, he sees ultron. but then sam blinks again and the visions are gone, replaced with everything else, everything that follows. he knows what geralt means, what he is trying to say, and the frown that pulls at sam's mouth should tell geralt all he really needs to know about it - that sam agrees, in some ways. but then it brings in the larger question: where, if at all, the line should be drawn. sam rubs at his chin for a moment. ]
You said your conversations have been complicated. That makes me think he's said, or done, something already that you're worried about. Or- not worried, but not happy with.
[ sam did go and see viktor, had checked in during those between months - not right after, but soon enough. viktor had been grieving just as sam had been expecting of him, but their conversation had brought up...
well, if sam's being honest, that exact feeling. i've seldom found them to have much restraint. ]
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geralt seems content to mull the question over, and sam is fine with the time as well, his thoughts circling and spreading out - working on the pig, going down the list for the party, bouncing back and forth between i need to remember to do this tonight and after the party is over i will reach out for that.
they work in comfortable silence for the span that geralt takes to consider his words, with sam moving around the new kitchen - brief moments where he pauses, has to remind himself where the new placement for everything goes. it's a few moments later when geralt speaks up again and sam refcuses, bringing his attention back to geralt directly.
i've known men like him.
sam blinks and he sees tony, he sees suits of iron and steel, he sees ultron. but then sam blinks again and the visions are gone, replaced with everything else, everything that follows. he knows what geralt means, what he is trying to say, and the frown that pulls at sam's mouth should tell geralt all he really needs to know about it - that sam agrees, in some ways. but then it brings in the larger question: where, if at all, the line should be drawn. sam rubs at his chin for a moment. ]
You said your conversations have been complicated. That makes me think he's said, or done, something already that you're worried about. Or- not worried, but not happy with.
[ sam did go and see viktor, had checked in during those between months - not right after, but soon enough. viktor had been grieving just as sam had been expecting of him, but their conversation had brought up...
well, if sam's being honest, that exact feeling. i've seldom found them to have much restraint. ]
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