[ The last time he ever saw Lloyd, they'd had no memories and it was between the dusty stacks of some strange inventions. He's not certain if that place is still there or if Lloyd is any different with his memories. From the little he's heard about the man, he gets the sense Lloyd's about the same.
He can hear footsteps approaching outside before the knock ever comes; Geralt waits for the door to open before he looks over. ]
Alive. [ That's about as good as it'll be for now, so he'll take it. ] I'll be out of your way, a day or two.
[ It's not quite an apology, but he's aware he'd not exactly asked before he bled all over Lloyd's (shared?) room and then passed out in it. He needn't be told; the man's scent is fairly prominent throughout, along with Julie's. If he were the sort to feel awkward, he might have, but he isn't. Mostly, he's just not interested in overstaying his welcome, a long ingrained wariness that can't help rising every time he's facing a stranger. They might've spoken once, but to Geralt, they hardly know each other. ]
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He can hear footsteps approaching outside before the knock ever comes; Geralt waits for the door to open before he looks over. ]
Alive. [ That's about as good as it'll be for now, so he'll take it. ] I'll be out of your way, a day or two.
[ It's not quite an apology, but he's aware he'd not exactly asked before he bled all over Lloyd's (shared?) room and then passed out in it. He needn't be told; the man's scent is fairly prominent throughout, along with Julie's. If he were the sort to feel awkward, he might have, but he isn't. Mostly, he's just not interested in overstaying his welcome, a long ingrained wariness that can't help rising every time he's facing a stranger. They might've spoken once, but to Geralt, they hardly know each other. ]