It probably isn't really important whether or not Jaskier enjoyed the ride-- it's just a way to get him from point A to point B, since he can't drive himself-- but there's some part of Geralt that's pleased that he at least didn't seem to hate it. Motorcycles aren't necessarily the safest or even most comfortable ways to travel, but he rides them because he likes them, he likes the speed and freedom of it. Though he tries not to indulge too much in the former, because he's got Ciri to look after and a man can only survive so many motorcycle accidents in his lifetime. Geralt has the feeling that he's probably exceeded his fair share of crashes, so he's not allowed to have any more of them.
Geralt tucks the helmet back in his saddlebags as Jaskier gets off the bike, and there's something... odd about how he's acting just then, like he's trying a little too hard. He rubs his fingertips together, a little nervous tic that Geralt's seen him do once or twice, before he launches into an invitation to come inside. For coffee and pastries and the jam that he made from all those berries they picked on the mountain, and it kind of feels like the invitation version of throwing everything at the wall to see what sticks. Tossing out as many reasons as he can think of for Geralt to come inside and hoping that one of them will work.
He mentions something about liking things on Insta-whatsit, and Geralt makes the immediate, split second decision to not think about that any further, because he's completely certain that he's liked quite a few pictures that Jaskier's posted under the impression that he wouldn't know about it. Best to keep that realization on lockdown until he's someplace that he can properly think about the ramifications and seriously consider packing up all of his things and living in the mountains as a wild man, never to be seen again.
What really does it, though, is when he drops all of the bribes of food and books and simply says I really don't want to be alone tonight.
Geralt turns off the bike and pulls the kickstand out with his foot, then tucks his own helmet away.
"I could use a cup of coffee," he says. And that's something that he's said a few times before, but usually when he went inside those apartments, the coffee pot never even got turned on. But he's just... friend-adjacent with Jaskier, and this is just because he's had a rough end to his night and it would be shitty to just ditch him without making sure that he'll be all right. It's not every day that you possibly tank your own career while taking a moral stand.
"I don't have your book with me, but I'll get it back to you." It's a nice copy, too. Definitely not the kind of thing that you accidentally forget to return to someone. "It, uh. It was good."
Great review, Geralt. Three words or less.
Either way, he'd agreed to spend some time at Casa de Jaskier-- so his dubious company is at Jaskier's disposal.
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Geralt tucks the helmet back in his saddlebags as Jaskier gets off the bike, and there's something... odd about how he's acting just then, like he's trying a little too hard. He rubs his fingertips together, a little nervous tic that Geralt's seen him do once or twice, before he launches into an invitation to come inside. For coffee and pastries and the jam that he made from all those berries they picked on the mountain, and it kind of feels like the invitation version of throwing everything at the wall to see what sticks. Tossing out as many reasons as he can think of for Geralt to come inside and hoping that one of them will work.
He mentions something about liking things on Insta-whatsit, and Geralt makes the immediate, split second decision to not think about that any further, because he's completely certain that he's liked quite a few pictures that Jaskier's posted under the impression that he wouldn't know about it. Best to keep that realization on lockdown until he's someplace that he can properly think about the ramifications and seriously consider packing up all of his things and living in the mountains as a wild man, never to be seen again.
What really does it, though, is when he drops all of the bribes of food and books and simply says I really don't want to be alone tonight.
Geralt turns off the bike and pulls the kickstand out with his foot, then tucks his own helmet away.
"I could use a cup of coffee," he says. And that's something that he's said a few times before, but usually when he went inside those apartments, the coffee pot never even got turned on. But he's just... friend-adjacent with Jaskier, and this is just because he's had a rough end to his night and it would be shitty to just ditch him without making sure that he'll be all right. It's not every day that you possibly tank your own career while taking a moral stand.
"I don't have your book with me, but I'll get it back to you." It's a nice copy, too. Definitely not the kind of thing that you accidentally forget to return to someone. "It, uh. It was good."
Great review, Geralt. Three words or less.
Either way, he'd agreed to spend some time at Casa de Jaskier-- so his dubious company is at Jaskier's disposal.