[John can feel Jaskier's anxiety, in the tightness of his crip. In the sweat which is coating his hand. He can see it there now in the way he is struggling with this. He lets him take his time in speaking, squeezing gently in return, before Jaskier speaks.
And then he knows. He knows that Jaskier knows, or at least is starting to figure it out. The truth.
John knows that they are balanced on a precipice. He is careful, gentle as he replies, light blue eyes seeking out Jaskier's:]
MY APOLOGIES for the wait, life has been A Lot
And then he knows. He knows that Jaskier knows, or at least is starting to figure it out. The truth.
John knows that they are balanced on a precipice. He is careful, gentle as he replies, light blue eyes seeking out Jaskier's:]
What is it that frightens you?