( That earns a distinctly more puzzled look than his earlier speculative, huh. Cultural differences, hombre (or toxic masculinity differences). There's an unspoken, arbitrary limit on reasoning and duration for dudes sharing a bed with another dude.

Evidently that's not something that holds true in Geralt-world. )

Wellp.

( He declares decisively. )

That all sounds bass ackwards, but as long as it works for you two weirdos.

( Punctuated with another drink. It's none of his business, and he doesn't have the right mustache situation going on to be playing Dr. Phil over here. )

I stabbed Cas square in the chest first thing when I met him, I'm not exactly one to talk about normal interpersonal relationship dynamics. You do you, booboo.