Right. Guess it isn't all the time. What'd, a ghost spook you too hard, then?
[He tries for the joke, but it falls flat. The worst thing about asking questions about someone else -- even bein' curious for a second -- is inevitably it gets turned around right back to him. People poking around. Asking questions even he doesn't want to answer for himself. Even if he wants answers, too. If he fucking deserves them.
Nero scratches the back of his neck. With a sigh, he turns the key, the engine rumbling to life. As smoke tickles under his nose, he heaves up with a second, heavier sigh, waving the smoke out of his face.] Fine! I get it.
[He collapses heavily onto the bench in the back. The engine quiets down as the van starts moving forward, the wheel spinning itself. Maybe, in the corner of Ciri's eye, she can just make out a shape like a person at the wheel from the curves of the smoke.]
It's a long story. And a stupid one. [He stops there, and it seems like he might just stop there permanently. But he peeks a look at Ciri, genuinely curious, palms rolling up over his knees.] Geralt's a good dad, right? I mean, he's got that whole gruff thing going on, but I just get the feeling that he... you know. Gives a shit.
[He should really stop there. But he's Nero, and Ciri's not a mind-reader like Wanda (as far as he knows), and --
Fuck, it's not like being here takes his mind off of it, is it?] Well, six months ago I found out I have a father, and then I found out he's a complete dick.
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[He tries for the joke, but it falls flat. The worst thing about asking questions about someone else -- even bein' curious for a second -- is inevitably it gets turned around right back to him. People poking around. Asking questions even he doesn't want to answer for himself. Even if he wants answers, too. If he fucking deserves them.
Nero scratches the back of his neck. With a sigh, he turns the key, the engine rumbling to life. As smoke tickles under his nose, he heaves up with a second, heavier sigh, waving the smoke out of his face.] Fine! I get it.
[He collapses heavily onto the bench in the back. The engine quiets down as the van starts moving forward, the wheel spinning itself. Maybe, in the corner of Ciri's eye, she can just make out a shape like a person at the wheel from the curves of the smoke.]
It's a long story. And a stupid one. [He stops there, and it seems like he might just stop there permanently. But he peeks a look at Ciri, genuinely curious, palms rolling up over his knees.] Geralt's a good dad, right? I mean, he's got that whole gruff thing going on, but I just get the feeling that he... you know. Gives a shit.
[He should really stop there. But he's Nero, and Ciri's not a mind-reader like Wanda (as far as he knows), and --
Fuck, it's not like being here takes his mind off of it, is it?] Well, six months ago I found out I have a father, and then I found out he's a complete dick.
[He pauses. Belatedly, in true Nero fashion:]
Wait, you just meant the hair, didn't you? Shit.