[ He huffs a little. Perhaps. There just isn't much to say. No easy answers. But it is something he wants Jaskier to know, one of those small piece of himself that he offers every now and again. Over the years, he knows Jaskier has put them together into a picture of his...friend. And it isn't accurate, not wholly—there's much he has never told Jaskier and likely never will—but it's more so than most others get.
He listens to Jaskier instead. A woman. The fact that he thinks, that's new, only reminds Geralt of how different it's been lately. Normally, Jaskier finding a woman would be just another Thursday evening.
It's good. It is. As significant as the bond between the three of them has grown, Geralt is all too aware that neither he nor Yennefer can give Jaskier what he needs. Too much shit of their own between them.
He doesn't ask if Jaskier has fallen in love with this woman. He already knows Jaskier has. That's simply how the bard is. ]
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He listens to Jaskier instead. A woman. The fact that he thinks, that's new, only reminds Geralt of how different it's been lately. Normally, Jaskier finding a woman would be just another Thursday evening.
It's good. It is. As significant as the bond between the three of them has grown, Geralt is all too aware that neither he nor Yennefer can give Jaskier what he needs. Too much shit of their own between them.
He doesn't ask if Jaskier has fallen in love with this woman. He already knows Jaskier has. That's simply how the bard is. ]
Composing her a song soon, then?