[John’s light blue eyes meet Jaskier’s in return. Soft and perhaps more understanding than he would have a right to be, if he did not know why the sky is slowly breaking apart.
If he had not spent the last few centuries (how much time has it been?) getting to know the man at his side. For all that they are separate in demeanor, he and Geralt have more in common than they may realize with the way they guard the truth of their emotions so close to their chest. Geralt’s behind a wall of muscle and steel and Jaskier? The effect is subtler, and there is certainly less growling involved, but pretty words and a pretty smile can still an armor be. John understands this well himself.
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If he had not spent the last few centuries (how much time has it been?) getting to know the man at his side. For all that they are separate in demeanor, he and Geralt have more in common than they may realize with the way they guard the truth of their emotions so close to their chest. Geralt’s behind a wall of muscle and steel and Jaskier? The effect is subtler, and there is certainly less growling involved, but pretty words and a pretty smile can still an armor be. John understands this well himself.
Gently, he replies:]
I am listening.