[ He remembers how Geralt mentioned his daughter. Someone to survive for, to go back to. Waver doesn't share this with Berserker; it's Geralt's business. He lets out a soft breath. ]
It just happens to be that way. I've got nothing to do with it.
[ At Berserker's snuggling, Waver shifts to sit cross-legged, scooting closer to the fire. He drags one of the blankets over to tuck behind him, keeping his back warm, and resumes running his fingers over the ridges of Berserker's back and his tucked-down spines. ]
no subject
[ He remembers how Geralt mentioned his daughter. Someone to survive for, to go back to. Waver doesn't share this with Berserker; it's Geralt's business. He lets out a soft breath. ]
It just happens to be that way. I've got nothing to do with it.
[ At Berserker's snuggling, Waver shifts to sit cross-legged, scooting closer to the fire. He drags one of the blankets over to tuck behind him, keeping his back warm, and resumes running his fingers over the ridges of Berserker's back and his tucked-down spines. ]
Is it weird?