[ Alucard is right in some respects. Geralt is asleep. He's also a light sleeper, even with his senses dulled, and the moment he feels a shift in the air and a whispered voice, his eyes crack open. Damn it.
For a few seconds, he debates interrupting. He both is and isn't used to close living quarters. He remembers nights squeezed together with other boys in their barracks -- back when there were still boys, still more living bodies than corpses on the keep's snowy grounds -- and many more nights alone on the Path with not a whisper to disturb him. Hell, he's not certain Alucard even wants to be interrupted. The air between them is tenuous. Geralt is slow to trust on the best days; he imagines Alucard feels the same towards a man who's openly acknowledged he hunts his kind.
Eventually, he sits up, a curse of his own under his breath. He's not unsympathetic. He gets it. But he also has enough damn trouble sleeping as it is. Coupled with his cellmates jerking him out of it when he does manage some shuteye, it's been unhelpful to say the least, and half-awake in the dead of night doesn't put him in the most patient of moods. ]
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For a few seconds, he debates interrupting. He both is and isn't used to close living quarters. He remembers nights squeezed together with other boys in their barracks -- back when there were still boys, still more living bodies than corpses on the keep's snowy grounds -- and many more nights alone on the Path with not a whisper to disturb him. Hell, he's not certain Alucard even wants to be interrupted. The air between them is tenuous. Geralt is slow to trust on the best days; he imagines Alucard feels the same towards a man who's openly acknowledged he hunts his kind.
Eventually, he sits up, a curse of his own under his breath. He's not unsympathetic. He gets it. But he also has enough damn trouble sleeping as it is. Coupled with his cellmates jerking him out of it when he does manage some shuteye, it's been unhelpful to say the least, and half-awake in the dead of night doesn't put him in the most patient of moods. ]
You need some sheep to count or what?