[This time, the bluntness startles him into a laugh. It's much quieter than his usual, but it's genuine. His shoulders shake, his eyes wrinkling. It's beautiful to hear, almost; to be treated like normal.]
Can you believe I missed hearing that?
[But he did. He had only just settled into the manor he now shared with his Bonded. He had only just started to appreciate the sounds of others moving about a place he called home. That he had one to freely return to, now that Oxenfurt was so far beyond his reach.
He manages a second cracker once his humor dies off, though he pauses, again, before putting it in his mouth. Watching Geralt eat does help. A bit.
The tip of Geralt's head says enough. It's been tempting to get drunk out of his mind since he returned. Jaskier suspects it won't make things any easier. And he misses going to taverns. The Tearoom. He's received a letter from them, even, requesting his return.] Perhaps later. [Much later. When something like a cracker doesn't make him want to curl up in a corner somewhere.] I hope you didn't drink alone. That would be terribly depressing, Geralt.
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Can you believe I missed hearing that?
[But he did. He had only just settled into the manor he now shared with his Bonded. He had only just started to appreciate the sounds of others moving about a place he called home. That he had one to freely return to, now that Oxenfurt was so far beyond his reach.
He manages a second cracker once his humor dies off, though he pauses, again, before putting it in his mouth. Watching Geralt eat does help. A bit.
The tip of Geralt's head says enough. It's been tempting to get drunk out of his mind since he returned. Jaskier suspects it won't make things any easier. And he misses going to taverns. The Tearoom. He's received a letter from them, even, requesting his return.] Perhaps later. [Much later. When something like a cracker doesn't make him want to curl up in a corner somewhere.] I hope you didn't drink alone. That would be terribly depressing, Geralt.