And here I thought you were going to say seeing me first thing in the morning. Ugh, Geralt. You have absolutely no tact.

[It was the answer he expects, and yet it's no less disappointing to hear it. Having sleep taken from man is the surest thing to make him go mad. Geralt has never exactly been a deep sleeper, or a long one, yet.

His whole life he's mostly gone through without worrying for Geralt. Now it feels like it spills over at every turn. He's sure, in time, the feeling will lessen. When they... well, fuck, when will it? Are they ever likely to find more surer footing in this world? Shall they let go of the idea they should ever return?

He finds, to his surprise, accepting that does not hurt his heart as much as he'd thought it would.

Jaskier gives him a grandiose smile, moving in to kiss him simply because he feels like it.] Very admirable of you. At least this time you needn't muck about in the bushes for a rabbit. [Raiding Sam's cabinets, he suspects. Oh. His biscuits might still be tucked into a corner where he hid them weeks ago. He'll have to check.] Hopefully Sam will not mind a bit of extra company.