Geralt is taking it well, and why wouldn't he? Isn't this better than destroying his reputation again? Jaskier continues to worry his lower lip as he realizes why he had been worried: he could come off as incredibly cold. And he may be many things -dramatic and a petty- but cold and uncaring isn't one of them. Caring too much is the problem in the first place.

He can't let Geralt think he discarded him so easily - not when it was actually the complete opposite. Asshole wouldn't leave his mind no matter how hard Jaskier tried.

"Don't flatter yourself, you silly witcher, I didn't do it because of your expectations." Sounds horrible, but Jaskier is using his best teasing tone, and he forces himself to look at Geralt again, even adding a playful nudge of his elbow as a distraction. "I was trying to move on, to forget. My reputation followed me around, and I was running away from it. A meaningless task, to be honest, I was never able to forget about you."

After a moment of hesitation, the hand on Geralt's thigh moves to rest on the witcher's chest, over his heart. Jaskier hums to the rhythm of the witcher's pulse.

"My muse is back." He says with a smile. "And he'll be sharing his home and family with this humble bard. The White Wolf shall live again in my song."