( In the distant muffled nothing-sound, Dean's saying Gerry. Gerald. And then a more serious: Geralt.
He's never seen the guy zone out like this before. Not that he can remember — granted, memory is a spotty thing right now for reasons he doesn't bother exploring. All the same, it strikes a chord of concern in his chest, and he reaches a hand out to settle firmly on Geralt's shoulder. A gentle squeeze and shake, to try and bring him back to the moment. )
Hey. ( His focus shifts between Geralt's face and the darkness beyond the door, then back again. ) You okay? Stay with me. I need you here, man.
( Don't get lost in the dark. He doesn't know, can't know, but his gut says she's not down there. )
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He's never seen the guy zone out like this before. Not that he can remember — granted, memory is a spotty thing right now for reasons he doesn't bother exploring. All the same, it strikes a chord of concern in his chest, and he reaches a hand out to settle firmly on Geralt's shoulder. A gentle squeeze and shake, to try and bring him back to the moment. )
Hey. ( His focus shifts between Geralt's face and the darkness beyond the door, then back again. ) You okay? Stay with me. I need you here, man.
( Don't get lost in the dark. He doesn't know, can't know, but his gut says she's not down there. )