[ The pause in answer bothers him not at all, and Geralt simply steps out of his clothes in the meantime. He is watching Jaskier, for more reasons than one. His gaze traces the long scar up his arm.
He doesn't give much thought towards why he's seeking what he is. Maybe it's to do with everything that's happened, maybe it's a primal loneliness that even he is capable of feeling, one that as of late has unfurled more and more. He doesn't think about it because it feels too much as though he might crack open what he will not be able to put back together. He wants what he wants. Does the rest matter? He has Jaskier here, who leans easily towards him. Who knows every jagged piece that makes him what he is, in a way no one else does, and remains by him even so. That's enough.
His lips quirk. There's a hum in reply, but he says nothing else of it. The water steams, his back is in desperate need of relief, and he slips into one of the quieter corners of the bath. ]
Wouldn't dream of it. [ He waits for Jaskier to join him before he reaches out to catch his arm. It's the first time he's acknowledged he's noticed what's going on with that scar. He traces his thumb up alongside it, then presses gently down on the muscle where he knows the tension lies. ] The heat will loosen it.
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He doesn't give much thought towards why he's seeking what he is. Maybe it's to do with everything that's happened, maybe it's a primal loneliness that even he is capable of feeling, one that as of late has unfurled more and more. He doesn't think about it because it feels too much as though he might crack open what he will not be able to put back together. He wants what he wants. Does the rest matter? He has Jaskier here, who leans easily towards him. Who knows every jagged piece that makes him what he is, in a way no one else does, and remains by him even so. That's enough.
His lips quirk. There's a hum in reply, but he says nothing else of it. The water steams, his back is in desperate need of relief, and he slips into one of the quieter corners of the bath. ]
Wouldn't dream of it. [ He waits for Jaskier to join him before he reaches out to catch his arm. It's the first time he's acknowledged he's noticed what's going on with that scar. He traces his thumb up alongside it, then presses gently down on the muscle where he knows the tension lies. ] The heat will loosen it.