[ He's thought it before, that home has never been a place to live. It's a place to return to. He feels like not everyone comprehends what that truly means, but he knows Sam does—Sam who's told him about leaving his sister behind and coming back to find that no matter how much time has passed or things have changed, the doors are open.
For awhile, he doesn't answer. In part, he's mulling over his thoughts; the other is, he thinks there's no answer he needs to give. They don't celebrate Yule—just a safe return—but Sam isn't far off the mark. He does miss them. He does go home, every winter. It is the one thing he has not missed in his long years. Not only because he wants to return, wants those months behind those walls where he can rest, but because he knows what it says when one of them fails to show. And he wonders if they will count him among the lost this year. If...
It takes some time before Geralt speaks up. When he does, he studies Sam for a long moment, like he's considering something important. Sam's visited that cozy cabin that never existed, he's come by the keep outside its gates. But he's never been inside and Geralt finds himself saying, abruptly, ] Come see it. You've never been in.
[ He isn't sure why he's extending the invitation now. Just seems the thing to do. Like—if Sam sees it, really sees it, it'll say what he wants to say without the need to put it to words. All the things he's sort of told him, anyway, in between what's spoken out loud.
Or perhaps it isn't anything so complicated. Perhaps it's only that, Sam has become someone he wants to share his home with. ]
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For awhile, he doesn't answer. In part, he's mulling over his thoughts; the other is, he thinks there's no answer he needs to give. They don't celebrate Yule—just a safe return—but Sam isn't far off the mark. He does miss them. He does go home, every winter. It is the one thing he has not missed in his long years. Not only because he wants to return, wants those months behind those walls where he can rest, but because he knows what it says when one of them fails to show. And he wonders if they will count him among the lost this year. If...
It takes some time before Geralt speaks up. When he does, he studies Sam for a long moment, like he's considering something important. Sam's visited that cozy cabin that never existed, he's come by the keep outside its gates. But he's never been inside and Geralt finds himself saying, abruptly, ] Come see it. You've never been in.
[ He isn't sure why he's extending the invitation now. Just seems the thing to do. Like—if Sam sees it, really sees it, it'll say what he wants to say without the need to put it to words. All the things he's sort of told him, anyway, in between what's spoken out loud.
Or perhaps it isn't anything so complicated. Perhaps it's only that, Sam has become someone he wants to share his home with. ]