[ he watches as geralt's expression shifts to respond to the information, to see sam when he pushes closer to that edge and tries it out. reaches, just a bit further. geralt looks at him with narrowed eyes and it actually, in a strange way, feels a bit like he finds his footing.
because geralt does get it. he doesn't know how, or why, or if it's even possible - but he relates, and sam can see it. it's why sam lets out an exhale, one hand reaching up to rub a bit at his forehead. how does he even start? ]
Back home, something kind of like that happened to me. It wasn't the same, and it was only five years, but... [ does he even get into the trauma of simply not existing? of trying to find your footing in a world when everything else has moved on, but you? sam's hand drops back to his side. pulls himself back to what he meant to say to begin with. ] It sucks, and it's not easy. I'm sorry, man.
[ maybe the apology is a bit too much - geralt isn't one to appreciate them, when they're not actually accepting blame. but sam has said it, and he is sorry, in a way. that geralt is panicking like he is, struggling with something that in no real world anyone should ever have to deal with.
that's when geralt continues on, answering sam's question, and he nods. because okay, yes, an army on the tail of a child is something that he too would assume would mean death. but ciri is here, isn't she? which means she survives. and he's about to say as much when he notices the way geralt searches him, like there's something else there that he isn't quite asking. it doesn't matter geralt says, and sam takes a breath to argue - because it does matter, in this case - but geralt continues before he has a chance to say.
and it's that - that comment, that unasked for request, that has sam pausing. blinking, once, as there is a brief moment of confusion that crosses over him. ]
Of course. [ it comes easily, but with honest, genuine force behind it. like sam can't quite believe geralt would think he'd need to even ask. ] Whatever you need, whatever she needs, I'm here. [ there's a moment, there, where sam almost stops himself. but something in him bubbles out before he can stop it, his eyes still on geralt's, unyielding. ] No matter what.
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because geralt does get it. he doesn't know how, or why, or if it's even possible - but he relates, and sam can see it. it's why sam lets out an exhale, one hand reaching up to rub a bit at his forehead. how does he even start? ]
Back home, something kind of like that happened to me. It wasn't the same, and it was only five years, but... [ does he even get into the trauma of simply not existing? of trying to find your footing in a world when everything else has moved on, but you? sam's hand drops back to his side. pulls himself back to what he meant to say to begin with. ] It sucks, and it's not easy. I'm sorry, man.
[ maybe the apology is a bit too much - geralt isn't one to appreciate them, when they're not actually accepting blame. but sam has said it, and he is sorry, in a way. that geralt is panicking like he is, struggling with something that in no real world anyone should ever have to deal with.
that's when geralt continues on, answering sam's question, and he nods. because okay, yes, an army on the tail of a child is something that he too would assume would mean death. but ciri is here, isn't she? which means she survives. and he's about to say as much when he notices the way geralt searches him, like there's something else there that he isn't quite asking. it doesn't matter geralt says, and sam takes a breath to argue - because it does matter, in this case - but geralt continues before he has a chance to say.
and it's that - that comment, that unasked for request, that has sam pausing. blinking, once, as there is a brief moment of confusion that crosses over him. ]
Of course. [ it comes easily, but with honest, genuine force behind it. like sam can't quite believe geralt would think he'd need to even ask. ] Whatever you need, whatever she needs, I'm here. [ there's a moment, there, where sam almost stops himself. but something in him bubbles out before he can stop it, his eyes still on geralt's, unyielding. ] No matter what.