Jaskier looks up at him then, eyes wide and shock written all over his face, his mouth opening and closing like a fish. Has he heard correctly? There's no way Geralt doesn't know.
Is it?
"Because... friends..."
His mouth is running out of habit - Geralt asked a question and he doesn't like silence. But he soon closes it, realizing there's no way to salvage this without actually saying I like you. And after that question? The mere thought makes something in his chest hurt.
He soon realizes what it is: he feels like a fucking creep.
Is Geralt truly that oblivious? Is it because of his age, not understanding modern flirting? Because he's straight? Maybe he is queer, but simply not into Jaskier, and the idea of a younger man who values freedom over family life being into him isn't even an option. Or maybe he's asking on purpose to put Jaskier on the spot, considering the context of the thirsty comments they just discussed.
In the end, the real reason doesn't matter, the final conclusion is still obvious: everything Jaskier's done so far it's been 100% one-sided, and the tolerance he thought was there turns out to be in his head. He's no different from an internet anon creeping on him through his DMs, making Geralt feel uncomfortable and wanted only for being a hot piece of meat instead of appreciated for his work at the ranch.
Jaskier has no chances here. Lizzie will be happy to hear that later, he supposes.
There's one thing he hasn't been lying about though, and it's that he still likes this friendship. And if that's all he can get, well, he'll protect it. He looks down at his glass with a sigh, looking disappointed.
"I guess you're right, why would I want pictures from a friend?" He laughs, because the question sounds dumb in his head (he gets pictures from friends all the time and he sends his own to Geralt as well) but also to cover up any embarrassment that can go through in his expression - he still wants to salvage this, even if it has to be platonic. "Delete them, Geralt. I want you to have fun with your account, not to be harassed."
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Is it?
"Because... friends..."
His mouth is running out of habit - Geralt asked a question and he doesn't like silence. But he soon closes it, realizing there's no way to salvage this without actually saying I like you. And after that question? The mere thought makes something in his chest hurt.
He soon realizes what it is: he feels like a fucking creep.
Is Geralt truly that oblivious? Is it because of his age, not understanding modern flirting? Because he's straight? Maybe he is queer, but simply not into Jaskier, and the idea of a younger man who values freedom over family life being into him isn't even an option. Or maybe he's asking on purpose to put Jaskier on the spot, considering the context of the thirsty comments they just discussed.
In the end, the real reason doesn't matter, the final conclusion is still obvious: everything Jaskier's done so far it's been 100% one-sided, and the tolerance he thought was there turns out to be in his head. He's no different from an internet anon creeping on him through his DMs, making Geralt feel uncomfortable and wanted only for being a hot piece of meat instead of appreciated for his work at the ranch.
Jaskier has no chances here. Lizzie will be happy to hear that later, he supposes.
There's one thing he hasn't been lying about though, and it's that he still likes this friendship. And if that's all he can get, well, he'll protect it. He looks down at his glass with a sigh, looking disappointed.
"I guess you're right, why would I want pictures from a friend?" He laughs, because the question sounds dumb in his head (he gets pictures from friends all the time and he sends his own to Geralt as well) but also to cover up any embarrassment that can go through in his expression - he still wants to salvage this, even if it has to be platonic. "Delete them, Geralt. I want you to have fun with your account, not to be harassed."