[ He cannot, in all honesty, recall a time when Sam will not look him in the eyes. It's not an unfamiliar thing, though. More than a few find his unnatural gaze unnerving. Perhaps that it's too familiar is what digs under his skin, removes any desire to close the gap between them that he might've held solely by virtue that they're (friends) acquainted. This is not the first time things have changed abruptly, and he knows it won't be the last.
If Sam anticipates he'll try to clean up the bodies in any way, Geralt does not. He does clean his sword, wiping off the blood before he slips it back into its sheathe alongside Roach. She's a hint skittish, stamping nervously. He calms her easily with a gesture, and adjusts the saddle on her back. He keeps one eye on Sam, just in case, but Sam seems to patch himself up all right on his own. Amount of blood doesn't seem too bad. A few sutures and some rest should do. But he can tell from how Sam moves that hopping up on Roach isn't going to be a simple thing, so he hangs back, if Sam needs a boost.
For the most part, he isn't giving any of this much thought. If it bothers him (it does), he sees no reason to linger. He's done more for less, has had far more explosive reactions than a bit of tension, and at least Sam has not fled in the opposite direction. So. Right now, he just wants to get back to the city and wash the blood off. It's beginning to itch where it dries, some of it sticking his hair together. ]
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If Sam anticipates he'll try to clean up the bodies in any way, Geralt does not. He does clean his sword, wiping off the blood before he slips it back into its sheathe alongside Roach. She's a hint skittish, stamping nervously. He calms her easily with a gesture, and adjusts the saddle on her back. He keeps one eye on Sam, just in case, but Sam seems to patch himself up all right on his own. Amount of blood doesn't seem too bad. A few sutures and some rest should do. But he can tell from how Sam moves that hopping up on Roach isn't going to be a simple thing, so he hangs back, if Sam needs a boost.
For the most part, he isn't giving any of this much thought. If it bothers him (it does), he sees no reason to linger. He's done more for less, has had far more explosive reactions than a bit of tension, and at least Sam has not fled in the opposite direction. So. Right now, he just wants to get back to the city and wash the blood off. It's beginning to itch where it dries, some of it sticking his hair together. ]