[ Is that what he's doing? The reality is, he isn't sure what he's doing at all. He knows what he came here to do and now that he has, where does that leave him? His thoughts remain a jumble, no matter how hard he's tried to sort through it. And Jaskier is...
He feels like he's aged ten fucking years.
Geralt lets Jaskier go, but he nudges him along towards the bed. Follows behind him. ]
I don't scurry. And not tonight.
[ He has no plans to go back to Sam's. Sam, who will undoubtedly sense that something is off. Geralt does not have the energy to hide it, to swallow it down that deep, and Sam sees too damn much for his own good. Besides, he—
He wants to be here. Everything he thought he understood, it's shifted with such a violent force. And right now, the only thing he can be sure of is Jaskier. ]
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He feels like he's aged ten fucking years.
Geralt lets Jaskier go, but he nudges him along towards the bed. Follows behind him. ]
I don't scurry. And not tonight.
[ He has no plans to go back to Sam's. Sam, who will undoubtedly sense that something is off. Geralt does not have the energy to hide it, to swallow it down that deep, and Sam sees too damn much for his own good. Besides, he—
He wants to be here. Everything he thought he understood, it's shifted with such a violent force. And right now, the only thing he can be sure of is Jaskier. ]