( He sighs, and under his breath slips out the softest, barely-audible, damn it. Alright, fine. He knows what that clipped answer means, he knows he's not getting out of it quite so easily, so he takes that open bottle begrudgingly and brings it to his lips.
One long, bolstering swallow later, he lets himself lean on the flat of the wood before him in a posture slightly more resigned.
He doesn't give the bottle back quite yet. After a long minute of waffling on which part of it all he's willing to crack open to appease Geralt, he settles on: )
Jo's gone.
( Because he knows they had a... weird dynamic, maybe something almost approaching friendship, and because it's news. It's worth sharing. He's the right source to divulge it, if anybody were going to find out from anywhere it probably ought to be him.
And then he takes another, slightly shorter, drink — just to chase it. )
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One long, bolstering swallow later, he lets himself lean on the flat of the wood before him in a posture slightly more resigned.
He doesn't give the bottle back quite yet. After a long minute of waffling on which part of it all he's willing to crack open to appease Geralt, he settles on: )
Jo's gone.
( Because he knows they had a... weird dynamic, maybe something almost approaching friendship, and because it's news. It's worth sharing. He's the right source to divulge it, if anybody were going to find out from anywhere it probably ought to be him.
And then he takes another, slightly shorter, drink — just to chase it. )