[ but that’s just the problem, isn’t it? because sam doesn’t mind them here - if anything, the energy of all the bodies and the movement of people here has him feeling more in control, more together. all sam really feels himself worrying about what to do, what he can do, and how he’s going to go about fixing it all.
ciri’s still out there - and while he knows she can’t get too far, not with red watching, it’s still another unaccounted for body. and alina, god alina, sam is already starting to think about how he’s supposed to explain all this to her.
all the same, jaskier’s teasing smile, flirting tone, does wonders for sam’s stress. because yes - either jaskier feels good enough to joke, or at the very least has the energy to put up a front. ]
Didn’t we already talk about this? [ sam recalls a conversation about being mister right, a dance, a front lawn and a gentle kiss in the kitchen. still, he smiles, feels encouraged by it all as he suddenly tenses when jaskier moves to sit - arms at the ready if he needs the help.
when jaskier settles, so does sam, watching with a close eye to see if there’s anything else wrong. anything he catches. ] I bet. [ after all of that, who wouldn’t feel overwhelmed? but it’s when jaskier turns to him, says very much alive the relief and happiness and all together light air to his smile is easy to read. ] And good. It was a close call there for a moment.
[ sam sees a flash of jaskier’s seizing body, the fading color, the irregular heart rate. he still doesn’t quite know what happened, still hasn’t quite pieces together why things happened the way they did, but. they’re better. jaskier is better.
sam snorts at jaskier’s worry, immediately turning to pick up the cup of water, leaning over a bit to hand it to him but not quite letting go - unsure if jaskier will need the help. ] I’m doing better than you, or Geralt, at this point. Plus, exhaustion and I go way back. This is nothing new.
[ sam looks at jaskier, pointedly. drink the water. ]
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ciri’s still out there - and while he knows she can’t get too far, not with red watching, it’s still another unaccounted for body. and alina, god alina, sam is already starting to think about how he’s supposed to explain all this to her.
all the same, jaskier’s teasing smile, flirting tone, does wonders for sam’s stress. because yes - either jaskier feels good enough to joke, or at the very least has the energy to put up a front. ]
Didn’t we already talk about this? [ sam recalls a conversation about being mister right, a dance, a front lawn and a gentle kiss in the kitchen. still, he smiles, feels encouraged by it all as he suddenly tenses when jaskier moves to sit - arms at the ready if he needs the help.
when jaskier settles, so does sam, watching with a close eye to see if there’s anything else wrong. anything he catches. ] I bet. [ after all of that, who wouldn’t feel overwhelmed? but it’s when jaskier turns to him, says very much alive the relief and happiness and all together light air to his smile is easy to read. ] And good. It was a close call there for a moment.
[ sam sees a flash of jaskier’s seizing body, the fading color, the irregular heart rate. he still doesn’t quite know what happened, still hasn’t quite pieces together why things happened the way they did, but. they’re better. jaskier is better.
sam snorts at jaskier’s worry, immediately turning to pick up the cup of water, leaning over a bit to hand it to him but not quite letting go - unsure if jaskier will need the help. ] I’m doing better than you, or Geralt, at this point. Plus, exhaustion and I go way back. This is nothing new.
[ sam looks at jaskier, pointedly. drink the water. ]