[ after finding alina's note, sam actually considers moving. part of it has to do with the concept that this two bedroom apartment is officially too big for him, and part because it's just too quiet. holds too many interactions, too many conversations, too many echoes of people who have either disappeared altogether, or just up and left. it's hard to be here, and while for a few days he decides to just busy himself, decides to try and take on more jobs to start making back the money that alina needed, spends a lot of time in the horizon just to be somewhere else, and pushes the idea of being in this empty place out of his mind. sleeping...does not come easy, but sam's accepted that much.
( does it make him hate the technological lack all the more? yes. because he can only spend his waking nights in the horizon watching the same fresh prince of belaire episodes over and over so many times. )
all this to say, it's actually a stroke of good luck that sam is in. a stroke of good luck that he's sitting on his couch, zoning out, wondering what it is he plans on doing to keep moving, when red startles. cries out. for the last few weeks, red had not been far from sam (and he half wonders if that's jaskier's doing, or red just being worried, after his last situation.) which means that now, as he cries out, sam is right there - starling at the sudden noise and energy. ]
Hey- [ he says, looking to the falcon. ] What gives? Are you-? [ but red is moving, flying across the small space of the apartment to the front door. sam, without really thinking, opens it and follows her down the stairs, out the nearest door. it barely takes five seconds, maybe less, which means sam hears jaskier's voice just as he's stepping outside - on guard, on edge. ] Jas, what... [ but any semblance of a question dies in his mouth when he sees roach, and on the back of roach, and curled over figure of... ] Geralt? What the- what happened? [ and then, at the sight of the blood, though he's unsure of how dried or how fresh it is- ] Jaskier, are you okay? Can you help me bring him inside?
[ because complications aside, whatever went down leading up to this, none of it is important in that moment. geralt is breathing, he can tell that much, but the rest of it...where has he been? what happened to him? there are of course questions, somewhere off to the side of sam's conscious, but at the moment sam is all action, all reaction, moving to reach up to help pull geralt off the back of Roach and from where jaskier had been holding him up, so as to start taking him inside. ]
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( does it make him hate the technological lack all the more? yes. because he can only spend his waking nights in the horizon watching the same fresh prince of belaire episodes over and over so many times. )
all this to say, it's actually a stroke of good luck that sam is in. a stroke of good luck that he's sitting on his couch, zoning out, wondering what it is he plans on doing to keep moving, when red startles. cries out. for the last few weeks, red had not been far from sam (and he half wonders if that's jaskier's doing, or red just being worried, after his last situation.) which means that now, as he cries out, sam is right there - starling at the sudden noise and energy. ]
Hey- [ he says, looking to the falcon. ] What gives? Are you-? [ but red is moving, flying across the small space of the apartment to the front door. sam, without really thinking, opens it and follows her down the stairs, out the nearest door. it barely takes five seconds, maybe less, which means sam hears jaskier's voice just as he's stepping outside - on guard, on edge. ] Jas, what... [ but any semblance of a question dies in his mouth when he sees roach, and on the back of roach, and curled over figure of... ] Geralt? What the- what happened? [ and then, at the sight of the blood, though he's unsure of how dried or how fresh it is- ] Jaskier, are you okay? Can you help me bring him inside?
[ because complications aside, whatever went down leading up to this, none of it is important in that moment. geralt is breathing, he can tell that much, but the rest of it...where has he been? what happened to him? there are of course questions, somewhere off to the side of sam's conscious, but at the moment sam is all action, all reaction, moving to reach up to help pull geralt off the back of Roach and from where jaskier had been holding him up, so as to start taking him inside. ]