( Well good news for you, Geralt — there's a god damn crapload of books here to fill your time. It'll probably result in Dean calling him a total dork, but considering the reason they exist here in the first place it's not gonna be much of a sick burn.
Of course the son of a bitch leaves Dean hanging on by the edge of his seat for a million years while he stands there silently, impassive, harder to read not because of anything he's doing but rather because of Dean's own underlying self-consciousness.
It is more. It is significant. If they're being honest here, it probably means more to Dean that Geralt takes it than it does to Geralt that he's offering in the first place.
This is one of those times he takes seriously enough to let the silence linger without trying to fill it.
The response he finally gets has his shoulders relaxing incrementally, a gentle flood of relief that follows recognition of a hunter-speak version of yes. )
Like a swarm of bees sawing a log.
( It rolls off of his tongue too quick to be a thing that's even remotely true. )
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Of course the son of a bitch leaves Dean hanging on by the edge of his seat for a million years while he stands there silently, impassive, harder to read not because of anything he's doing but rather because of Dean's own underlying self-consciousness.
It is more. It is significant. If they're being honest here, it probably means more to Dean that Geralt takes it than it does to Geralt that he's offering in the first place.
This is one of those times he takes seriously enough to let the silence linger without trying to fill it.
The response he finally gets has his shoulders relaxing incrementally, a gentle flood of relief that follows recognition of a hunter-speak version of yes. )
Like a swarm of bees sawing a log.
( It rolls off of his tongue too quick to be a thing that's even remotely true. )