[ but it also isn't wrong, is it? sam got the explanation for how it happened, the accident that led to power expansion where geralt was the unlucky target, and the consequences of it all. sam knew how difficult it would be for others, for him, not to feel like they all lost something important, something precious. sam was also just quicker to get over it, knowing, recognizing, that it's not his loss to feel. he's done this before, felt this before, and perhaps that's why when geralt first arrived at his doorstep, he could be something of a place of refuge.
all this to say, this isn't 'new' ground for them, and there is a familiarity whether or not geralt remembers the centuries of this exact exchange. geralt pops open both of their bottles and sam feels a faint smile touch his lips as he takes a drink. he comes to stand next to geralt, surveying the construction, the work he's been so focused on these last few months. he feels an unsaid weight linger somewhere in the space, and sam leaves it there for now. ]
Hmm. I've been meaning to have him come by. [ thoughts sam entertains, ideas and intentions he has but no longer feels are urgent. he has more time than he knows what to do with, these days, and over the more recent years as it's become evident that even death can't take them. sam does his best, finding places and ways he can remain grounded, and now that they look out on one of his more recent projects there is a feeling of it all being a bit... well, futile.
they sit in comfortable quiet for a few more moments, the reality of geralt's presence and sam's understanding that whatever has brought him here is important. heavy. it is a few more moments before geralt speaks, and sam lets the words come - however long they take. he only turns to look at geralt when he believes the statement to be over, expression calm, but curious. ]
Is it the memories? [ sam asks, turning his eyes back to the room, the construction tools scattered about. ] Or how they're making you feel?
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all this to say, this isn't 'new' ground for them, and there is a familiarity whether or not geralt remembers the centuries of this exact exchange. geralt pops open both of their bottles and sam feels a faint smile touch his lips as he takes a drink. he comes to stand next to geralt, surveying the construction, the work he's been so focused on these last few months. he feels an unsaid weight linger somewhere in the space, and sam leaves it there for now. ]
Hmm. I've been meaning to have him come by. [ thoughts sam entertains, ideas and intentions he has but no longer feels are urgent. he has more time than he knows what to do with, these days, and over the more recent years as it's become evident that even death can't take them. sam does his best, finding places and ways he can remain grounded, and now that they look out on one of his more recent projects there is a feeling of it all being a bit... well, futile.
they sit in comfortable quiet for a few more moments, the reality of geralt's presence and sam's understanding that whatever has brought him here is important. heavy. it is a few more moments before geralt speaks, and sam lets the words come - however long they take. he only turns to look at geralt when he believes the statement to be over, expression calm, but curious. ]
Is it the memories? [ sam asks, turning his eyes back to the room, the construction tools scattered about. ] Or how they're making you feel?