[ He can only presume what Dean is thinking, but he feels as if he might know. They did share something. He shared it with a few of people, ones he does not in their present day, but Dean is different because Dean is the only one wherein it crossed his mind before the Singularity's vision took them. Here and there, a half-formed notion in the firelight—how it once was when he travelled with Jaskier. Long nights under the stars make for wandering thoughts when your only companions are one another and some horses. Sometimes it comes to fruition years later, sometimes not at all. He has no true aspirations attached, of course. Just musings that come and go.
Now he has memories that are significantly more than musings.
This is not that life, no. It isn't not that life, either, but he doesn't need it to be anything one way or another. For him, it is enough that he has his friend. It's always been enough. The rest, he is content to leave to time, however much of it they end up having together. He supposes they'll have to see what the world's miserly hands are willing to grant them.
He lets Dean take the alcohol, releases his hold, and returns his attention to the table they're building. ] You know I can't leave before I claim at least one win against you.
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Now he has memories that are significantly more than musings.
This is not that life, no. It isn't not that life, either, but he doesn't need it to be anything one way or another. For him, it is enough that he has his friend. It's always been enough. The rest, he is content to leave to time, however much of it they end up having together. He supposes they'll have to see what the world's miserly hands are willing to grant them.
He lets Dean take the alcohol, releases his hold, and returns his attention to the table they're building. ] You know I can't leave before I claim at least one win against you.
[ So maybe, he will simply never claim one. ]