He deflates immediately. Shoots Geralt a significant look, equal parts apologetic and appealing. Look, he's trying, okay? He doesn't know what in the hell else to do here, and he can't just do nothing.
Now's about the time he focuses on his own drink, finally — one that he fills, downs immediately, and then refills again within the span of just a few seconds. It has the air of a man distinctly frayed, just a touch desperate, and incredibly tired.
Second drink already halved again in a big swallow, he finally pulls up a stool behind the bar, so he can settle onto it heavily across from them — smack in the middle ground between the two, the third point on the equilateral triangle.
"Fine," he mutters to himself, relenting and promptly giving up any facade of good humor. "I guess we'll stay awkward."
But he'll leave Jo's question to Geralt, let him choose whether or not to answer it. Boundary identified, he's not one to try and cross those when they're made clear.
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He deflates immediately. Shoots Geralt a significant look, equal parts apologetic and appealing. Look, he's trying, okay? He doesn't know what in the hell else to do here, and he can't just do nothing.
Now's about the time he focuses on his own drink, finally — one that he fills, downs immediately, and then refills again within the span of just a few seconds. It has the air of a man distinctly frayed, just a touch desperate, and incredibly tired.
Second drink already halved again in a big swallow, he finally pulls up a stool behind the bar, so he can settle onto it heavily across from them — smack in the middle ground between the two, the third point on the equilateral triangle.
"Fine," he mutters to himself, relenting and promptly giving up any facade of good humor. "I guess we'll stay awkward."
But he'll leave Jo's question to Geralt, let him choose whether or not to answer it. Boundary identified, he's not one to try and cross those when they're made clear.