Geralt shrugs one shoulder at Jaskier's offense. Nothing to be so pissy about, though, most people want to date Yen once they've seen her. She's beautiful-- truly, heart-stoppingly beautiful, the kind of beauty that opens doors and influences people. She'd leveraged it as she leverages everything in her life, with one great exception. If Jaskier saw her, Geralt wouldn't have been surprised or even really blamed him for wanting to get close to her. She's like gravity. Geralt felt the pull of it when they were young, still feels the tug in his chest even now.
Then Jaskier opens his mouth again and he's reminded of all the ways that Yen would probably hate him. That's probably for the best. The musician even says the words American meat and Geralt's fairly certain that he hates him for that, too. The glare that he levels at him would certainly indicate as such.
"Hm." He knows that Jaskier hates it when he only grunts in reply-- it'd be a lie if he said that reaction isn't part of why he does it. And, really, who's Jaskier trying to fool? To learn more about you, what a load of shit. People want to learn about him because he looks a certain way, like something they want, and then they find out about the ex-con thing and that his grunts and general lack of communication aren't just him trying to be mysterious or some horseshit, he really just is like that, and their desire to learn abruptly cuts off.
"Friend's still a strong word."
Geralt doesn't really have friends. He has brothers, and a daughter, and an ex that he's on reasonably good terms with, barring a couple of occasions in the past when he'd been trying to get his shit together and hadn't quite let go of the idea that Yen might be the answer to everything. He doesn't need friends. He's only just figured out how to manage the relationships that he already has.
But they're nearing the meadows, and that will be the perfect opportunity to switch from this nightmare conversation into the blissful distraction of physical labor. Can't talk when you're keeping your hands busy with berry-picking, right?
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Then Jaskier opens his mouth again and he's reminded of all the ways that Yen would probably hate him. That's probably for the best. The musician even says the words American meat and Geralt's fairly certain that he hates him for that, too. The glare that he levels at him would certainly indicate as such.
"Hm." He knows that Jaskier hates it when he only grunts in reply-- it'd be a lie if he said that reaction isn't part of why he does it. And, really, who's Jaskier trying to fool? To learn more about you, what a load of shit. People want to learn about him because he looks a certain way, like something they want, and then they find out about the ex-con thing and that his grunts and general lack of communication aren't just him trying to be mysterious or some horseshit, he really just is like that, and their desire to learn abruptly cuts off.
"Friend's still a strong word."
Geralt doesn't really have friends. He has brothers, and a daughter, and an ex that he's on reasonably good terms with, barring a couple of occasions in the past when he'd been trying to get his shit together and hadn't quite let go of the idea that Yen might be the answer to everything. He doesn't need friends. He's only just figured out how to manage the relationships that he already has.
But they're nearing the meadows, and that will be the perfect opportunity to switch from this nightmare conversation into the blissful distraction of physical labor. Can't talk when you're keeping your hands busy with berry-picking, right?