Geralt being made of bricks is a joke Jaskier makes often, but he's truly turned into stone now. Fuck, he was right to think he would close up, and it makes the bard feel like shit for it. Especially when Geralt quotes 'bedding whores' - fuck, fuck, fuck. It makes him wince, his stomach turning with guilt. For once, Jaskier appreciates the whole smelling-your-mood thing witchers can do, hopefully Geralt can tell how bad he feels about it.

"I was an arse - spoke without thinking. Sorry, Geralt."

Both his hands search for the witcher's and hold it tightly, sending a reminder: not everyone out there hates touching you. It's not much, but still better than nothing. Although he has to wonder if Geralt would still not believe him after fucking. ...okay, definitely not the right time to think about that.

"Teachers can be like that some times. Only giving us the knowledge they think we'll need. Remember when you had to teach me something so basic like starting a fire?" Among other survival skills. Now that Jaskier knows Geralt better, he's amazed at how patient the witcher had been with him. How long would've he survived on the road if he hadn't met Geralt? A thought he can't wrap his mind around - he can't imagine a life without him. He's known him for more than half of his age now. "Please remember: it isn't your fault. You deserve the same things everyone else deserves, and that includes understanding how things work. Even if you aren't going to use them."