( It's a fair thing to put him in his place over, that first bit. Dean won't begrudge him that — and if things were completely transparent here, it isn't actually about that anyway. Kid or no kid, he'd feel the same way, she's just the first and most obvious argument he can grab onto and throw in Geralt's face.
What does grind his gears is the fact that Geralt full-on levels him with the old die mad about it: high fantasy edition. What the hell do you even say to that? How do you argue with it?
For a tense, stretching moment, it seems like he might not move. He spends it staring Geralt dead in the eyes, a muscle in his jaw twitching, doing every bit of that fuming he's been told to do.
When no good argument comes to mind, when no genius way to escalate this manifests, that temper spark-flairs and he peels back abruptly.
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What does grind his gears is the fact that Geralt full-on levels him with the old die mad about it: high fantasy edition. What the hell do you even say to that? How do you argue with it?
For a tense, stretching moment, it seems like he might not move. He spends it staring Geralt dead in the eyes, a muscle in his jaw twitching, doing every bit of that fuming he's been told to do.
When no good argument comes to mind, when no genius way to escalate this manifests, that temper spark-flairs and he peels back abruptly.
Turns, and stalks away without another word. )