( He starts, momentarily puzzled. Didn't quite keep up with that jump — at least, not right away. Two or three seconds later, then the understanding visibly dawns. Picking at old scars. The dots connect.
Irritation flares hot and bright; it takes effort to mute it out of his voice. The end result is flattened to near-monotone, but still hard. )
Ever since those bastards in Thorne dug it up again.
( And more recently than that, when the two of them had a fun little trauma-swap.
He flashes back to the conversation — moonshine and motorcycles, with Dean pissed on his behalf and Geralt looking totally unbothered. Shooting him that leave it look, and plowing on like it was more an annoying inconvenience than... this. Something that lingers, an open wound still festering. )
Well, I'll tell you one thing, your poker face is incredible. That's been here this whole time, and you've just been like ehh fuck it, this is fine?
( That's a rhetorical question — and, of course, it's complete with an impression of Geralt's voice.
Another moment passes while the gears turn, while he considers where to go from here. A few possibilities come to mind — some he ditches, but a couple he entertains. It prompts him to probe a little, gently. )
no subject
( He starts, momentarily puzzled. Didn't quite keep up with that jump — at least, not right away. Two or three seconds later, then the understanding visibly dawns. Picking at old scars. The dots connect.
Irritation flares hot and bright; it takes effort to mute it out of his voice. The end result is flattened to near-monotone, but still hard. )
Ever since those bastards in Thorne dug it up again.
( And more recently than that, when the two of them had a fun little trauma-swap.
He flashes back to the conversation — moonshine and motorcycles, with Dean pissed on his behalf and Geralt looking totally unbothered. Shooting him that leave it look, and plowing on like it was more an annoying inconvenience than... this. Something that lingers, an open wound still festering. )
Well, I'll tell you one thing, your poker face is incredible. That's been here this whole time, and you've just been like ehh fuck it, this is fine?
( That's a rhetorical question — and, of course, it's complete with an impression of Geralt's voice.
Another moment passes while the gears turn, while he considers where to go from here. A few possibilities come to mind — some he ditches, but a couple he entertains. It prompts him to probe a little, gently. )
You ever actually go in there?