[ Geralt is not, at this point, aware that he's one of the very few left near-dead from these dreams, but he won't be surprised to hear that's so. A common feature of his life. And yet somehow, he's still standing. Again. Death is a fickle mistress.
He doesn't answer. Steve is not wrong. Sam is tough. He's also only human. Not knowing what is afflicting Sam makes it worse. But there isn't anything to do except wait. Hope Nadine walks out that door with some good news. At least Sam is in good hands with her. There isn't anyone else he'd trust.
His gaze drifts to Steve's hand. After a second, he takes it. ] Geralt. [ They've met. He decides not to mention it. That's a complication he hasn't the energy to touch on right now. ] You owe me nothing. He's a friend.
[ The least he could do was bring Sam home. If they'd been further from the city—he doesn't know what he'd have done. He'd prefer not to think about it. ]
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He doesn't answer. Steve is not wrong. Sam is tough. He's also only human. Not knowing what is afflicting Sam makes it worse. But there isn't anything to do except wait. Hope Nadine walks out that door with some good news. At least Sam is in good hands with her. There isn't anyone else he'd trust.
His gaze drifts to Steve's hand. After a second, he takes it. ] Geralt. [ They've met. He decides not to mention it. That's a complication he hasn't the energy to touch on right now. ] You owe me nothing. He's a friend.
[ The least he could do was bring Sam home. If they'd been further from the city—he doesn't know what he'd have done. He'd prefer not to think about it. ]