This probably isn't the ending that anyone wanted for this evening. Geralt certainly didn't want it to end with Jaskier having a small panic attack after being accosted by some asshole of a record producer, and Jaskier probably had no desire to have a panic attack in front of an entire bar full of people. Sure, he's a shameless attention whore, but no one wants a bunch of strangers to have a front-row seat to their impending mental breakdown. It's a bad look.
Jaskier gets himself together a little bit, which is definitely an improvement over screaming into his clothes. He picks up the torn-up pieces of the business card to do... something with it that Geralt assumes that he's going to post to social media at some point, possibly some kind of name-and-shame? Whatever, that's Jaskier's business, and hopefully he won't do anything with it that will damage his reputation. More immediately important, he thanks Geralt for... what, not being the absolute worst person that he could possibly be? For treating all of his customers exactly the same, regardless of whether they came as a date or just for fun or with a man or woman? And, really, even if treating everyone the same wasn't just basic human decency, it would be an incredibly shitty business decision to alienate part of his customer base.
A customer base that he has because of Jaskier. If anything, the thanks should probably be going the other way-- he should thank Jaskier for leveraging his social media presence to give Geralt more business. He's got enough people coming to the ranch now that he can justify hiring more help, god knows that he needs it.
"You don't have to thank me for that," he says.
Jaskier looks up at him with an apology written all over his face and says that he wants to leave, and Geralt ought to just let him go. He's an adult, after all, and he can decide when he wants to go home and whether or not he wants to be alone. But he had to have gotten here by some kind of ride-share app or by hitching with one of his friends, because Geralt's pretty sure he doesn't even have a driver's license or a car, and he shouldn't just have to stand around outside and wait for a pick-up after all of this horseshit.
"Let me give you a ride," he says instead. And, hell, it's a pretty perfect excuse for Geralt to get out of here, too, so it's win-win for both of them. Jaskier gets to go home right away, Geralt doesn't have to pretend that he likes to socialize.
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Jaskier gets himself together a little bit, which is definitely an improvement over screaming into his clothes. He picks up the torn-up pieces of the business card to do... something with it that Geralt assumes that he's going to post to social media at some point, possibly some kind of name-and-shame? Whatever, that's Jaskier's business, and hopefully he won't do anything with it that will damage his reputation. More immediately important, he thanks Geralt for... what, not being the absolute worst person that he could possibly be? For treating all of his customers exactly the same, regardless of whether they came as a date or just for fun or with a man or woman? And, really, even if treating everyone the same wasn't just basic human decency, it would be an incredibly shitty business decision to alienate part of his customer base.
A customer base that he has because of Jaskier. If anything, the thanks should probably be going the other way-- he should thank Jaskier for leveraging his social media presence to give Geralt more business. He's got enough people coming to the ranch now that he can justify hiring more help, god knows that he needs it.
"You don't have to thank me for that," he says.
Jaskier looks up at him with an apology written all over his face and says that he wants to leave, and Geralt ought to just let him go. He's an adult, after all, and he can decide when he wants to go home and whether or not he wants to be alone. But he had to have gotten here by some kind of ride-share app or by hitching with one of his friends, because Geralt's pretty sure he doesn't even have a driver's license or a car, and he shouldn't just have to stand around outside and wait for a pick-up after all of this horseshit.
"Let me give you a ride," he says instead. And, hell, it's a pretty perfect excuse for Geralt to get out of here, too, so it's win-win for both of them. Jaskier gets to go home right away, Geralt doesn't have to pretend that he likes to socialize.