Jaskier looks disappointed in that answer, and Geralt just... doesn't get why he's here at all, why he even wanted to say yes when he'd mentioned this thing to him. It's one thing to want to go up the mountain because Jaskier liked trail rides and paid Geralt to perform a service, it's another to agree to come up the mountain to be his second pair of hands performing manual labor for the promise of food and his dubious company.
What was it that his therapist would say at a time like this? Probably to quit being an asshole and carry his half of the conversation with his... acquaintance-friend. Customer-friend-acquaintance. Whatever.
He chews through the sandwich. Jaskier is waiting for some kind of answer to his question, and the afternoon sunlight turns his hair into a gold halo around his head and makes his eyes look almost impossibly blue, and Geralt doesn't know why the fuck he's noticing these things at all.
"I fix things," he says after a few long moments. "Motorcycles, mostly. Sometimes cars."
There's a simplicity to mechanical things that Geralt likes-- they go together a certain way, and when you have all their parts in order, they work. Easy. No surprises.
"Ranch keeps me busy most days, though. Horses need a lot and I've had a lot more business the last few weeks."
More to do, and just one ranch dad to do it all. It's probably partly because of the social media presence and the power of Jaskier's fanbase-- word travels fast when there are a few thousand teenage fangirls twittering about it or whatever it is they do.
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What was it that his therapist would say at a time like this? Probably to quit being an asshole and carry his half of the conversation with his... acquaintance-friend. Customer-friend-acquaintance. Whatever.
He chews through the sandwich. Jaskier is waiting for some kind of answer to his question, and the afternoon sunlight turns his hair into a gold halo around his head and makes his eyes look almost impossibly blue, and Geralt doesn't know why the fuck he's noticing these things at all.
"I fix things," he says after a few long moments. "Motorcycles, mostly. Sometimes cars."
There's a simplicity to mechanical things that Geralt likes-- they go together a certain way, and when you have all their parts in order, they work. Easy. No surprises.
"Ranch keeps me busy most days, though. Horses need a lot and I've had a lot more business the last few weeks."
More to do, and just one ranch dad to do it all. It's probably partly because of the social media presence and the power of Jaskier's fanbase-- word travels fast when there are a few thousand teenage fangirls twittering about it or whatever it is they do.