A tight embrace is definitely the way to go - it helps him feel shielded from the outside world. Jaskier takes a deep breath and tries to center himself, concentrating on the fingers on his head and the sound of Geralt's slow heartbeat. His own slowly starts to calm down, and the shaking of his body becomes a lesser tremble.

A forty years old man, being cradled because of a nightmare. Part of him is embarrassed, especially because it's happening in front of Geralt. But the part of him that feels emotions freely and craves human touch reminds himself that there's nothing wrong with this, that adult men should be allowed to express themselves with dramatics as well, and the fact Geralt is supporting him instead of pushing him away means he isn't being judged. It speaks highly of their relationship as well. They're comforting thoughts.

"I know. I'm always safe with you. Even after a year away, you found me. I trust you with my life, Geralt of Rivia."

It's wild to be saying these things when mere hours ago he had been throwing a pillow and a string of insults at Geralt's face. What can he say? When Jaskier loves, he loves with all his heart, until that love itself consumes him. Besides, Geralt has been making up for it with both actions and words that Jaskier would've never expected. Whatever you want.

No assumptions. No anymore.

"...would it be fine by you if I slept like this?"