[ His return is a quiet affair, late at night when the half-moon lights the sky and the stars spark through the dense mountain trees. He doesn't know what to say, has thought about it on his ride back, and truthfully, he knows he shouldn't have left in the first place.
Staying had simply not been an option, either.
He feels. Not better, but more in control of himself. He speaks to Dean first. He wants to be sure Steve is all right before he stops in. Shelter is not exactly a necessity for who they are, though the campfire and roughly built cabin are there if either of them want. He tracks down Steve wherever he's gone—not a difficult task for Geralt these days. Even long-erased footprints glimmer across the ground for him.
He approaches from the front, so as not to startle, his eyes peering through the darkness. ]
amnesia — ◈ steve harrington.
Staying had simply not been an option, either.
He feels. Not better, but more in control of himself. He speaks to Dean first. He wants to be sure Steve is all right before he stops in. Shelter is not exactly a necessity for who they are, though the campfire and roughly built cabin are there if either of them want. He tracks down Steve wherever he's gone—not a difficult task for Geralt these days. Even long-erased footprints glimmer across the ground for him.
He approaches from the front, so as not to startle, his eyes peering through the darkness. ]