Jaskier insinuates that Geralt's behavior towards him has been less acquaintance-like and more friendship-like and he shoots him an irritated glare. His therapist had said something similar, and, really, everyone can just get the fuck off his dick about what he calls his... whatever the fuck this is. He doesn't know, he just doesn't want to analyze it. Jaskier is just the asshole that rides his horses, okay?
Geralt doesn't make any verbal reply to Jaskier's accusations of friendship, instead just grumbling and squeezing Roach into a faster trot.
There are a few blessed minutes of quiet, where the only sounds are the trilling birdsong in the trees and the sound of wind through foliage. It really is a lovely day for a ride, and better when he can actually fucking enjoy it, when he can focus on the trail ahead of him and pretend that it's just him and Roach, making their way up to the meadows--
Jaskier speaks. Geralt beseeches the uncaring gods for strength.
"If I was divorced, I'd be getting alimony," he says, because gods know that Yen makes more than he does every year. Probably several times over, he never asked but she's got that fancy brownstone in the city that she lives in, and all those designer clothes. Geralt sure as fuck didn't buy them for her.
He looks sidelong at the musician, as though trying to discern why he'd suddenly have an interest in his... ex-girlfriend? Baby mama? Yen would kill him for even thinking that term.
"She'd eat you alive."
Also, he's not setting up one of his customers with his daughter's mother. Both because Yen doesn't need his help with her love life, and also because she would eat this musical otter for breakfast and move on to another man by lunch. Geralt's not dealing with the fallout from that.
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Geralt doesn't make any verbal reply to Jaskier's accusations of friendship, instead just grumbling and squeezing Roach into a faster trot.
There are a few blessed minutes of quiet, where the only sounds are the trilling birdsong in the trees and the sound of wind through foliage. It really is a lovely day for a ride, and better when he can actually fucking enjoy it, when he can focus on the trail ahead of him and pretend that it's just him and Roach, making their way up to the meadows--
Jaskier speaks. Geralt beseeches the uncaring gods for strength.
"If I was divorced, I'd be getting alimony," he says, because gods know that Yen makes more than he does every year. Probably several times over, he never asked but she's got that fancy brownstone in the city that she lives in, and all those designer clothes. Geralt sure as fuck didn't buy them for her.
He looks sidelong at the musician, as though trying to discern why he'd suddenly have an interest in his... ex-girlfriend? Baby mama? Yen would kill him for even thinking that term.
"She'd eat you alive."
Also, he's not setting up one of his customers with his daughter's mother. Both because Yen doesn't need his help with her love life, and also because she would eat this musical otter for breakfast and move on to another man by lunch. Geralt's not dealing with the fallout from that.