[He laughs.] Being told to fuck off is always rude, Sam.
[Right, right. He forgot. Somehow. Yes, he does like Sam's company. He's always liked it. It's always brought warm memories with it -- certainly it helps that one of the earliest ones was dancing with him in the sun. The ease of it all. Being taught a new dance. The dip. Very romantic.
And yet he had slid so easily into being Jaskier's friend. As he had as Geralt's, too, which was far more meaningful, really.
He looks over with a hint of unhidden surprise. The gesture is. It's gentle. It's so gentle that his heart forgets to beat once, twice. It is a sort of adoration that has nothing to do with being famous, with saving a life, or with helping a friend. It is... no, more importantly, it is a friend here to help him.]
You are so dangerous, Sam. You're so horribly charming. [Horribly. As if he was not feeling a bit lightened already. Surely the man could work miracles simply by his persistence and the shine of his smile. Ugh. If he were any weaker, he may even find it irritating.
It isn't.]
I can't. [He smiles a hint. A full mug and Sam's warm hand around his can do that.
Come home.
The sunlight, the dancing. The easy flirtations, and the photographed portraits of people he once knew. Is that the home he means?] Deny you, that is.
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[Right, right. He forgot. Somehow. Yes, he does like Sam's company. He's always liked it. It's always brought warm memories with it -- certainly it helps that one of the earliest ones was dancing with him in the sun. The ease of it all. Being taught a new dance. The dip. Very romantic.
And yet he had slid so easily into being Jaskier's friend. As he had as Geralt's, too, which was far more meaningful, really.
He looks over with a hint of unhidden surprise. The gesture is. It's gentle. It's so gentle that his heart forgets to beat once, twice. It is a sort of adoration that has nothing to do with being famous, with saving a life, or with helping a friend. It is... no, more importantly, it is a friend here to help him.]
You are so dangerous, Sam. You're so horribly charming. [Horribly. As if he was not feeling a bit lightened already. Surely the man could work miracles simply by his persistence and the shine of his smile. Ugh. If he were any weaker, he may even find it irritating.
It isn't.]
I can't. [He smiles a hint. A full mug and Sam's warm hand around his can do that.
Come home.
The sunlight, the dancing. The easy flirtations, and the photographed portraits of people he once knew. Is that the home he means?] Deny you, that is.