[He hadn't when he was truly broken-hearted. He certainly wouldn't now. If anything, the drink made it even easier. Made... well, everything spill out of him as drink does. Now he almost feels some hint of shame over it.
A hint. Maybe.
As he lays down beside the Witcher, his head still swimming, there is that sense of peace again. He'd always slept soundly when Geralt was around. Not for his presence, but the surety that anything that should stalk upon their camps would be heard by Geralt far before they had time to do anything even slightly nefarious.
He lays on his side, hair falling into his face. With a puff of air, it flops away. As he waits for Geralt's answer, he knows... it will be important, what he says. But he knows he can rely on him to give him the one he needs.
Only when he does answer does Jaskier relax fully.]
So we do. [He smiles, gives a little huff.] You never lost me in the first place, as I'm sure you're delighted to know. [He flicks Geralt's nose, because he can, pulling a quilt up around his shoulders. Fuck it. He'll sleep in his trousers. He will wake a mess either way.] And I think Ciri may kill me if I went anywhere now. Did you know, I don't think she even liked me? What did you tell her about me?
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[He hadn't when he was truly broken-hearted. He certainly wouldn't now. If anything, the drink made it even easier. Made... well, everything spill out of him as drink does. Now he almost feels some hint of shame over it.
A hint. Maybe.
As he lays down beside the Witcher, his head still swimming, there is that sense of peace again. He'd always slept soundly when Geralt was around. Not for his presence, but the surety that anything that should stalk upon their camps would be heard by Geralt far before they had time to do anything even slightly nefarious.
He lays on his side, hair falling into his face. With a puff of air, it flops away. As he waits for Geralt's answer, he knows... it will be important, what he says. But he knows he can rely on him to give him the one he needs.
Only when he does answer does Jaskier relax fully.]
So we do. [He smiles, gives a little huff.] You never lost me in the first place, as I'm sure you're delighted to know. [He flicks Geralt's nose, because he can, pulling a quilt up around his shoulders. Fuck it. He'll sleep in his trousers. He will wake a mess either way.] And I think Ciri may kill me if I went anywhere now. Did you know, I don't think she even liked me? What did you tell her about me?