[ In all honesty, Steve had expected it to end there. He's learned by now that Geralt is not that fond of this type of conversation, preferring a chat over a drink if he's given a choice.
Which is not something he protests at all. Steve also prefers face-to-face most of the time. Except that now, everything's shifted to the point that it's hard to know where he stands with anyone.
Still, better to face that head on, right? ]
Making time for me? I'm flattered. I'll be there after sundown.
[ True to his word, shortly after the sun disappears behind the mountains, Steve arrives at the Cadens tavern that he knows Geralt prefers. The two of them have had drinks here in the past, from what he can remember, although that odd haze imposed by eight hundred years of false memories is forcing him to question too many things. That's all the more reason to reestablish routines.
He slides into the seat across from Geralt at the tucked-away table. ]
no subject
Which is not something he protests at all. Steve also prefers face-to-face most of the time. Except that now, everything's shifted to the point that it's hard to know where he stands with anyone.
Still, better to face that head on, right? ]
Making time for me? I'm flattered.
I'll be there after sundown.
[ True to his word, shortly after the sun disappears behind the mountains, Steve arrives at the Cadens tavern that he knows Geralt prefers. The two of them have had drinks here in the past, from what he can remember, although that odd haze imposed by eight hundred years of false memories is forcing him to question too many things. That's all the more reason to reestablish routines.
He slides into the seat across from Geralt at the tucked-away table. ]
Hey. It's good to see you.
[ Unsaid: to see him as they're meant to be. ]