[ sam snorts at the snide comment about geralt - barely able to stand, but heading for the door. it does certainly sound like him, but in the same breath, the reality of that moment is also not lost on him, either. that geralt did hesitate once sam had made it to him. how he'd let his weight settle, leaning back against him instead of actually pushing away.
as long as he's sleeping, that's all sam can really ask for at this point.
he's curious about what all jaskier has read. there seems to be so much about magic in this world that sam has barely scratched the surface of, a kind of situation where sam would prefer to remain removed from if he can help it, but the longer he stays the more he realizes he...well. he can't, really, can he? he makes a note to maybe ask jaskier about more of it, later. when he's not loopy with... whatever just happened.
sam's brow arches at the comment, though - curious but unsure if now is really the time. ] Geralt? Really? [ but then sam eases back from that curiosity, if only because he's not entirely sure jaskier wants to talk about the last time he almost died. his tone is still light, though - just as much of that laughter, of the lack of blame - when he speaks. ] Okay, well, have you thought about getting better friends?
[ he can see something cross jaskier's eyes, then - a seriousness, and maybe something else. being that close to death, that shrouded in pain, it puts quite a bit of the world in a different light, and he wonders what it is jaskier's so worried about.
but the thing is - sam can feel himself getting settled, into this spot. a chair next to a bedside, a familiar place for him. but sam also knows that he can't quite get settled, either. he promised geralt he would go after ciri, and he still needs to. red is watching her know, so he knows he has a little time, but he can't get too comfortable. he's not even entirely sure what happened, but he remembers the look on her face, when she'd entered. the way she'd backed away so quickly. it feels a bit like sam is sinking further and further in over his head, but he has to try, doesn't he?
at the question, sam blinks - pulling himself out of his thoughts. ] What? [ then he smiles, laughs a little as a hand runs back over his neck. it feels a bit ridiculous, that he could regret being in this seat, this position, with these people. if anything, this is the first time sam's felt like he's done anything since being pulled through that portal. but how does someone explain that? ] Nah, not even close. [ and even if his words are light, airy and easy, there is a genuine honesty to each and every one of them. sam hasn't even considered anything about this being too much, or anywhere close to something he wouldn't want or somewhere he wouldn't want to be. ]
But you sure keep things interesting, I'll give y'all that.
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as long as he's sleeping, that's all sam can really ask for at this point.
he's curious about what all jaskier has read. there seems to be so much about magic in this world that sam has barely scratched the surface of, a kind of situation where sam would prefer to remain removed from if he can help it, but the longer he stays the more he realizes he...well. he can't, really, can he? he makes a note to maybe ask jaskier about more of it, later. when he's not loopy with... whatever just happened.
sam's brow arches at the comment, though - curious but unsure if now is really the time. ] Geralt? Really? [ but then sam eases back from that curiosity, if only because he's not entirely sure jaskier wants to talk about the last time he almost died. his tone is still light, though - just as much of that laughter, of the lack of blame - when he speaks. ] Okay, well, have you thought about getting better friends?
[ he can see something cross jaskier's eyes, then - a seriousness, and maybe something else. being that close to death, that shrouded in pain, it puts quite a bit of the world in a different light, and he wonders what it is jaskier's so worried about.
but the thing is - sam can feel himself getting settled, into this spot. a chair next to a bedside, a familiar place for him. but sam also knows that he can't quite get settled, either. he promised geralt he would go after ciri, and he still needs to. red is watching her know, so he knows he has a little time, but he can't get too comfortable. he's not even entirely sure what happened, but he remembers the look on her face, when she'd entered. the way she'd backed away so quickly. it feels a bit like sam is sinking further and further in over his head, but he has to try, doesn't he?
at the question, sam blinks - pulling himself out of his thoughts. ] What? [ then he smiles, laughs a little as a hand runs back over his neck. it feels a bit ridiculous, that he could regret being in this seat, this position, with these people. if anything, this is the first time sam's felt like he's done anything since being pulled through that portal. but how does someone explain that? ] Nah, not even close. [ and even if his words are light, airy and easy, there is a genuine honesty to each and every one of them. sam hasn't even considered anything about this being too much, or anywhere close to something he wouldn't want or somewhere he wouldn't want to be. ]
But you sure keep things interesting, I'll give y'all that.