[ By the end of their outing, his flower is askew in his hair, but it does remain woven in there as intended. He walks with Ciri back to their place, before parting with her there. (She's had a good time, he can tell, with a light flush on her cheeks from the alcohol and a shine in her eyes. That's all that matters to him, is all that he needs to know to make everything worthwhile.)
He means to leave Jaskier there, too, until Jaskier declares he'll walk him back to Sam's. It isn't difficult to sense that Jaskier may be seeking a bit more; Geralt knows the poet inside out, after all these years. Either way, he won't reject the company. The night air is cool—a far cry from the heated summer evenings their first month in the desert. It's still not his preference, all this sand and dust, and he misses the damn snow, but—he supposes, given enough time, one can begin to get used to anything. Cadens is not home, but it's got enough of what he can start to consider, perhaps, a second home. A home away from home, with the people who matter to him close at hand.
Jaskier chatters on while they walk; he answers sparsely, but his attention more focused than it's been in a long while. His friend is in good spirits, and for the first time since his return, he lets himself absorb some of it. When they reach Sam's room, he pushes open the door—holds it briefly for Jaskier to enter, which is about as courteous as he ever gets. ]
jaskier (post-hangout).
He means to leave Jaskier there, too, until Jaskier declares he'll walk him back to Sam's. It isn't difficult to sense that Jaskier may be seeking a bit more; Geralt knows the poet inside out, after all these years. Either way, he won't reject the company. The night air is cool—a far cry from the heated summer evenings their first month in the desert. It's still not his preference, all this sand and dust, and he misses the damn snow, but—he supposes, given enough time, one can begin to get used to anything. Cadens is not home, but it's got enough of what he can start to consider, perhaps, a second home. A home away from home, with the people who matter to him close at hand.
Jaskier chatters on while they walk; he answers sparsely, but his attention more focused than it's been in a long while. His friend is in good spirits, and for the first time since his return, he lets himself absorb some of it. When they reach Sam's room, he pushes open the door—holds it briefly for Jaskier to enter, which is about as courteous as he ever gets. ]