[ Geralt has found his perch on the edge of the table now that they've given up on the Horizon trip. His gaze is unwavering, but not scrutinizing. If he's got questions—and he does—he knows when not to ask them. There's time yet for answers, anyway, if Dean is about to drift in and out of his path from now on. Which he suspects will happen. By sending Dean to Sam, Geralt is aware he's effectively assured they will see each other again in some capacity.
He cants his head, neither rejecting nor accepting the concept of a devil's trap. If Dean is insistent, he can't see the harm. Either it'll do nothing or it'll do something. So long as it doesn't get in his way.
It's only as Dean is halfway out the door that Geralt gives a reply of a kind—not towards anything Dean's explicitly said or asked, but to a question lurking in his words. ] A Witcher.
[ There's a finality to it, like he neither expects nor is willing to answer any follow up to that statement. Dean can take it as it is on the way to Sam's. ]
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He cants his head, neither rejecting nor accepting the concept of a devil's trap. If Dean is insistent, he can't see the harm. Either it'll do nothing or it'll do something. So long as it doesn't get in his way.
It's only as Dean is halfway out the door that Geralt gives a reply of a kind—not towards anything Dean's explicitly said or asked, but to a question lurking in his words. ] A Witcher.
[ There's a finality to it, like he neither expects nor is willing to answer any follow up to that statement. Dean can take it as it is on the way to Sam's. ]