[ The possibility that any one of his closest friends (and how strange, to have close friends who are neither his brothers nor a certain bard) would one day depart has never strayed far from his mind. Between the Summoned who vanish and the dangers of this world, it's truthfully a bit of a miracle that Sam hasn't disappeared long before now.
But perhaps that's part of the reason why he has started to take the other man's presence for granted, despite himself. Steve, too, somewhat, among others. More than he could've expected when he first landed on this sphere. Still, he knows he's luckier than most to have his family with him in the final hour. Though he worries what could happen between now and then. They are, at best, estimating the outcome.
Geralt has the chance to acknowledge Steve over the crackling fire before Sam appears a few steps away. He, too, is not especially good at this—but Sam's remark makes him huff before he points at Steve. ]
Only him. [ He shakes a jug of mead at the two of them that he must've pilfered from somewhere. ] Drink?
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But perhaps that's part of the reason why he has started to take the other man's presence for granted, despite himself. Steve, too, somewhat, among others. More than he could've expected when he first landed on this sphere. Still, he knows he's luckier than most to have his family with him in the final hour. Though he worries what could happen between now and then. They are, at best, estimating the outcome.
Geralt has the chance to acknowledge Steve over the crackling fire before Sam appears a few steps away. He, too, is not especially good at this—but Sam's remark makes him huff before he points at Steve. ]
Only him. [ He shakes a jug of mead at the two of them that he must've pilfered from somewhere. ] Drink?