[There's a small part of Geralt that almost expects that Yennefer will give him a look or belittle him for the question. Maybe it would feel more normal if she did, more familiar.
But things aren't normal, and they can't act normal. Not without one of them lashing out.
So he meets her eyes when she speaks, because she's trying too. He wants to look at anything but her once she drops her gaze, but he can't bring himself to look away. Everything she says just hangs in the air for a long moment before he brings himself to talk again.]
Why didn't you tell me, Yen? [The diminutive slips out despite efforts to hold it back, if she meets his eyes again she'll find a searching look in them.]
If you were in trouble.. I would have helped. [He presses his lips together like he doesn't want to say any more, but he adds:] For you.
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But things aren't normal, and they can't act normal. Not without one of them lashing out.
So he meets her eyes when she speaks, because she's trying too. He wants to look at anything but her once she drops her gaze, but he can't bring himself to look away. Everything she says just hangs in the air for a long moment before he brings himself to talk again.]
Why didn't you tell me, Yen? [The diminutive slips out despite efforts to hold it back, if she meets his eyes again she'll find a searching look in them.]
If you were in trouble.. I would have helped. [He presses his lips together like he doesn't want to say any more, but he adds:] For you.