[ The sound that comes from Geralt's chest is close to a laugh. He looks away before too much can be read on his face. (Not a lot at all, to anyone else, but Jaskier knows him far too well.)
He shifts over a hint for Jaskier to lay down, tucks one arm behind his head. Another day of proper sleep, he'll be back to normal. It's possible the whole thing took more out of him then he'd anticipated. This was different. His injuries were usually tangible: an ache or pain he can pinpoint. This time, he was simply worn down, all of his body sluggish.
It's funny. On occasion he thinks about that. How Sam doesn't entirely know him, and if Geralt might ward him off if he did know everything. Geralt hasn't dwelled on it, exactly, but—its a reality that exists, that's all. Perhaps it isn't important for now. And either way, he does trust Sam regardless. As rare as that is for him.
(He does, maybe, want company from an old friend, deep down in a place he'll not ever acknowledge.) ] Didn't work as well on you as I'd always wanted.
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He shifts over a hint for Jaskier to lay down, tucks one arm behind his head. Another day of proper sleep, he'll be back to normal. It's possible the whole thing took more out of him then he'd anticipated. This was different. His injuries were usually tangible: an ache or pain he can pinpoint. This time, he was simply worn down, all of his body sluggish.
It's funny. On occasion he thinks about that. How Sam doesn't entirely know him, and if Geralt might ward him off if he did know everything. Geralt hasn't dwelled on it, exactly, but—its a reality that exists, that's all. Perhaps it isn't important for now. And either way, he does trust Sam regardless. As rare as that is for him.
(He does, maybe, want company from an old friend, deep down in a place he'll not ever acknowledge.) ] Didn't work as well on you as I'd always wanted.