[ so that is how it's going to be - sam can roll with it, any attempts as the lighter conversation simply passing them both by. he can appreciate geralt's forthright-ness, or what he just nearly assumes is forthright-ness, up until the point that that geralt actually answers and sam, himself, is left in a bit of a pause.
because the truth of it is - sam doesn't actually know what happened. what he's pieced together has involved thorne, has involved some serious torture practices, and then involved geralt getting out. he assumes someone from the inside had helped him, and assumes that it had been geralt who had gotten himself to nott. sam hasn't spoken to julie directly, and if he's being honest, he hasn't spoken to jaskier all that much either.
there's a difference between need to know and want to know - and for days, weeks even, sam's been working in the former. but he's also noticed geralt, through all of that. how his body has been healing, and yet he's still a bit distracted, uncertain, tense. sam hasn't pushed - he knows better than to do that with someone clearly trying (to varying degrees of success) to process a traumatic event - but his gut tells him it's more. that there's a lot more. he's just not entirely certain what all he's allowed to even ask. allowed, because of what happened in the desert. allowed, because of the ground they've covered since. sam is uncertain, in many ways, but just as he's done before he catches the wind and runs. jumps.
I don't know geralt says, and sam doesn't nod. doesn't really react. he watches geralt watch him and waits, patient and unassuming. the diversion to jaskier isn't surprising, and sam finds himself adjusting slightly where he leans against the counter. ]
The bigger picture, sure. But I haven't really let him tell me anything beyond that. [ sam waits for any kind of acknowledgment from geralt - confusion, maybe. or simply a look. why hasn't sam asked about it? why hasn't sam gone after every lead, every possible source of information? sam shrugs. ] I figured if you did want to talk, you knew how to find me. No point in getting the story second-hand if you didn't want me to know.
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because the truth of it is - sam doesn't actually know what happened. what he's pieced together has involved thorne, has involved some serious torture practices, and then involved geralt getting out. he assumes someone from the inside had helped him, and assumes that it had been geralt who had gotten himself to nott. sam hasn't spoken to julie directly, and if he's being honest, he hasn't spoken to jaskier all that much either.
there's a difference between need to know and want to know - and for days, weeks even, sam's been working in the former. but he's also noticed geralt, through all of that. how his body has been healing, and yet he's still a bit distracted, uncertain, tense. sam hasn't pushed - he knows better than to do that with someone clearly trying (to varying degrees of success) to process a traumatic event - but his gut tells him it's more. that there's a lot more. he's just not entirely certain what all he's allowed to even ask. allowed, because of what happened in the desert. allowed, because of the ground they've covered since. sam is uncertain, in many ways, but just as he's done before he catches the wind and runs. jumps.
I don't know geralt says, and sam doesn't nod. doesn't really react. he watches geralt watch him and waits, patient and unassuming. the diversion to jaskier isn't surprising, and sam finds himself adjusting slightly where he leans against the counter. ]
The bigger picture, sure. But I haven't really let him tell me anything beyond that. [ sam waits for any kind of acknowledgment from geralt - confusion, maybe. or simply a look. why hasn't sam asked about it? why hasn't sam gone after every lead, every possible source of information? sam shrugs. ] I figured if you did want to talk, you knew how to find me. No point in getting the story second-hand if you didn't want me to know.