( That hand on his — it earns Jaskier a longer look, lingering, steady and assessing. He's a tactile guy, he's bad at words, bad at communicating how he feels and what he means with speech alone, sometimes. The touch means a lot, and he tries to express that with little knit in his brow and a pained but appreciative smile.

They've all lost a lot, he gets that. Not just recently, but... who they are, all of them, as people — the type they Summon, it seems, are people accustomed to loss. They share that in common — and if they didn't before the summoning, they all certainly get with the program after, as people disappear. )

Yeah, I... I wish that a lot. I think Cas would, too. I haven't told him, I was- kind of hoping to surprise him with it, but... yeah. Whenever you've got the time, I can show you something.

( It won't be a terribly long memory, whenever Jaskier gets around to it, but it will be an intense one. Jo's last one. He'll share it, the thing that's weighing the most heavy on his heart about her leaving this second chance at life. What she's going home to.

He was so much younger. It was so long ago, but now that she's gone... it feels fresh all over again.

He catches Jaskier's hand before it pulls away; gives it one gentle squeeze in turn. )

Thank you. It- this, it means a lot, so. Thank you. Seriously.