[ that is exactly it though, isn’t it? home can be a family, can be a house, can be a sense of feeling whole end settled and where people look at you like the you of now, rather than the you you’re supposed to be, and sam does understand that. inherently. completely. how it can be somewhere that it means as much to leave as it means to come hole again.
for sam, it’s not as regular as geralt. he makes it home for the holidays that he can, for stretches of time when he feels like he’s unraveling, when his parents got sick and grandparents passed away - but he’s also left, just as frequently. years on the run, years where he hadn’t existed at all. years, where he’d been off fighting the world because if no one else was going to change it, he would.
honestly, sam doesn’t expect geralt to respond to it, which is why his attention turns back to his drink, or maybe the decorations up in the rafters, or maybe it’s just the photos they can always make out - either way, sam’s attention is elsewhere, so that when geralt does speak up with his offer, it catches sam a bit off-guard. not in a bad way, not in a negative way. just. in an unexpected way.
come see it and sam’s breath doesn’t catch, necessarily, but he does feel a slow smile tug at his mouth. ] Sure. [ because it’s true - he’s never actually been inside. just to a cabin that isn’t there and the walls around it, when he’d been out of his mind worried, and had to move, somehow. ]
Yeah, no, you’re right. I haven’t been inside- but I’d definitely like to see it.
[ he chooses not to focus, for now, on what that means. geralt, opening his home up to him. geralt, who came here to find him too. that doesn’t mean he won’t later, but for now sam just nods. ]
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for sam, it’s not as regular as geralt. he makes it home for the holidays that he can, for stretches of time when he feels like he’s unraveling, when his parents got sick and grandparents passed away - but he’s also left, just as frequently. years on the run, years where he hadn’t existed at all. years, where he’d been off fighting the world because if no one else was going to change it, he would.
honestly, sam doesn’t expect geralt to respond to it, which is why his attention turns back to his drink, or maybe the decorations up in the rafters, or maybe it’s just the photos they can always make out - either way, sam’s attention is elsewhere, so that when geralt does speak up with his offer, it catches sam a bit off-guard. not in a bad way, not in a negative way. just. in an unexpected way.
come see it and sam’s breath doesn’t catch, necessarily, but he does feel a slow smile tug at his mouth. ] Sure. [ because it’s true - he’s never actually been inside. just to a cabin that isn’t there and the walls around it, when he’d been out of his mind worried, and had to move, somehow. ]
Yeah, no, you’re right. I haven’t been inside- but I’d definitely like to see it.
[ he chooses not to focus, for now, on what that means. geralt, opening his home up to him. geralt, who came here to find him too. that doesn’t mean he won’t later, but for now sam just nods. ]