[ sam snorts, once, at the tone that jaskier takes. he gets it, he does, and it's interesting to see the same thing sam would say if their situations were flipped said back to him. ]
Has anyone told you that you can be kinda bossy? [ there is little to no bite to the words, and if anything sam still sounds like he's trying to piece himself back together. it's still vaguely forced, but filling out with each passing second - with each breath, each moment that brings him further from the worst of it.
jaskier's not wrong, is the thing, and sam knows better than to try and let himself roil in the guilt. knows better than to let it suffocate him. which is why, when jaskier mentions tea, sam holds up his hands in a sort of surrender. ]
Yes sir. [ a beat, and then sam relaxes a bit more - like he's making the conscious decision to let jaskier do this, take care of him. ]
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Has anyone told you that you can be kinda bossy? [ there is little to no bite to the words, and if anything sam still sounds like he's trying to piece himself back together. it's still vaguely forced, but filling out with each passing second - with each breath, each moment that brings him further from the worst of it.
jaskier's not wrong, is the thing, and sam knows better than to try and let himself roil in the guilt. knows better than to let it suffocate him. which is why, when jaskier mentions tea, sam holds up his hands in a sort of surrender. ]
Yes sir. [ a beat, and then sam relaxes a bit more - like he's making the conscious decision to let jaskier do this, take care of him. ]