[Geralt tries to let that confession pass, as if it was nothing to him to say. As if it doesn't mean Jaskier and Yen are particularly special, or that he spent months feeling like an idiot for pushing them both out of his life.
He laments that for a moment. The fact that he wanted nothing more than to speak to Yen for so long. Now she's here, and she's trying, but everything feels difficult again.
Geralt feels a vice tighten around his chest, as if he wants to hold on to the anger and contempt he has for her because it's easier than feeling the way he felt before he saw her again.
But something in him eases and.. he laughs. Softly, and into his mug and without looking at her.]
The winters been hard on them, too. [He points out, lowering his mug. There's a thought on his lips and he wants to say it, but he doesn't know how.]
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He laments that for a moment. The fact that he wanted nothing more than to speak to Yen for so long. Now she's here, and she's trying, but everything feels difficult again.
Geralt feels a vice tighten around his chest, as if he wants to hold on to the anger and contempt he has for her because it's easier than feeling the way he felt before he saw her again.
But something in him eases and.. he laughs. Softly, and into his mug and without looking at her.]
The winters been hard on them, too. [He points out, lowering his mug. There's a thought on his lips and he wants to say it, but he doesn't know how.]
What's keeping you up?