[He senses this is going very poorly already, despite the lack of words he's offered into the conversation (a rare occurrence for Jaskier, to be sure.) He'd only meant to come and grab the bird then be on his way, but Sam's... Sam's everything has his brows knitting, a new worry settling in his chest.
Either he is completely unobservant, or everyone who knows about this has been lack in their desire to share with him. Disappear? He's met plenty of people in this city, in every city he's been with, and there are more than not that he meets once or twice and then does not see again. His assumptions are never that they have disappeared.
This is, however, his first time being magically summoned to a different plane at a sorcerer's whim. So there's that.
Sam's voice cracks and Jaskier is grabbing him again, pulling him to the couch where he immediately sits beside him. His hands stay on him, the worry flaring into a brighter flame. Bucky. Right. His friend. Sam's friends, or people he knew well, his reaction confirmation.]
He's not gone. This isn't abnormal for him. At all. It's -- [He sighs, and removes one hand to slide through his hair, his fingers shaking at the tip. No, that's far from the strange part. It's Roach, coming alone. It's Roach with blood on her coat.]
He's not gone. Something happened to him, and we have to figure out what. But that isn't what's got you so fucked up, Sam. It feels like more than this.
[Red resettles by moving onto the back of the couch, but either by Jaskier's proximity or his inability to keep a lid on his magic, the bird has begun fidgeting, fluffing up in distress. Just in case. It's shit reassurance.
Is that it? Sam thinks Geralt has disappeared into the ether like the rest? His friends, he reminds himself. They were important to him. And though Jaskier had met their acquaintance and enjoyed their company, his head is entirely on Geralt. He has to harden his heart, at least for now, because he can't... even he can't fucking deal with htis all at once.
He can't pretend this isn't impossible to deal with. If this happened to Ciri, or Hector --
Jaskier moves his hands to Sam's neck, facing him, waiting until Sam's gaze meets his. No reassurance will make their disappearances not like knives in his chest. Even if they're gone, though, Sam is here. And he has to keep moving.] Breathe.
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Either he is completely unobservant, or everyone who knows about this has been lack in their desire to share with him. Disappear? He's met plenty of people in this city, in every city he's been with, and there are more than not that he meets once or twice and then does not see again. His assumptions are never that they have disappeared.
This is, however, his first time being magically summoned to a different plane at a sorcerer's whim. So there's that.
Sam's voice cracks and Jaskier is grabbing him again, pulling him to the couch where he immediately sits beside him. His hands stay on him, the worry flaring into a brighter flame. Bucky. Right. His friend. Sam's friends, or people he knew well, his reaction confirmation.]
He's not gone. This isn't abnormal for him. At all. It's -- [He sighs, and removes one hand to slide through his hair, his fingers shaking at the tip. No, that's far from the strange part. It's Roach, coming alone. It's Roach with blood on her coat.]
He's not gone. Something happened to him, and we have to figure out what. But that isn't what's got you so fucked up, Sam. It feels like more than this.
[Red resettles by moving onto the back of the couch, but either by Jaskier's proximity or his inability to keep a lid on his magic, the bird has begun fidgeting, fluffing up in distress. Just in case. It's shit reassurance.
Is that it? Sam thinks Geralt has disappeared into the ether like the rest? His friends, he reminds himself. They were important to him. And though Jaskier had met their acquaintance and enjoyed their company, his head is entirely on Geralt. He has to harden his heart, at least for now, because he can't... even he can't fucking deal with htis all at once.
He can't pretend this isn't impossible to deal with. If this happened to Ciri, or Hector --
Jaskier moves his hands to Sam's neck, facing him, waiting until Sam's gaze meets his. No reassurance will make their disappearances not like knives in his chest. Even if they're gone, though, Sam is here. And he has to keep moving.] Breathe.