( There are likely better memories he could've picked; ones that Jo would have preferred he show. It's just that his mind's only in one place, it keeps going back to this one thing — that she's gone. That she went home to her death. It feels, in some ways, like he's failed her twice. Like she's died twice, and both times he could've done more, somehow, to prevent it.
But he didn't, and she's gone. And here they are. The end.
The smile he echoes back is smaller, but sincere. Appreciative — but he won't hammer in the gratitude. He's already said it enough for now. )
Hey- man, I've got every faith in you. I've heard your stuff. You're like the Bowie of Abraxas, it'll be great.
( He forces a little chipperness into his tone, a little lightness so the mood's not quite so glum. On that note, he scoops his fork up again, and shovels in another crappy-table-manners sized bite. He wasn't kidding about eating a disgusting amount — he'll fully sit here and plow through at least two bowls before he gets out of Jaskier's hair. )
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But he didn't, and she's gone. And here they are. The end.
The smile he echoes back is smaller, but sincere. Appreciative — but he won't hammer in the gratitude. He's already said it enough for now. )
Hey- man, I've got every faith in you. I've heard your stuff. You're like the Bowie of Abraxas, it'll be great.
( He forces a little chipperness into his tone, a little lightness so the mood's not quite so glum. On that note, he scoops his fork up again, and shovels in another crappy-table-manners sized bite. He wasn't kidding about eating a disgusting amount — he'll fully sit here and plow through at least two bowls before he gets out of Jaskier's hair. )