( It's an unhappy mutter, punctuated by Dean gently tossing the rag into the small bar sink.
If it does come to that, he gets the feeling Geralt wouldn't sit on the sidelines. He gets the feeling he'd have a partner on the field. That doesn't solve anything, he knows it wouldn't be enough to win a real fight, but it's enough for him — or it's at least enough to leave him feeling about two percent less crappy than he did before this conversation.
Which he doesn't say, not in so many words. Instead, what Geralt gets is a solemn, weighted: )
Thanks. I know you got a million better places to be right now, tackling scorpions or getting frisky with Sam out there in the middle of nowhere, so... Thank you.
( For showing up when he asked. For listening to his novella and taking it seriously. For sticking around.
He's never been one to shy away from expressing gratitude, least of all for stuff like this. )
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( It's an unhappy mutter, punctuated by Dean gently tossing the rag into the small bar sink.
If it does come to that, he gets the feeling Geralt wouldn't sit on the sidelines. He gets the feeling he'd have a partner on the field. That doesn't solve anything, he knows it wouldn't be enough to win a real fight, but it's enough for him — or it's at least enough to leave him feeling about two percent less crappy than he did before this conversation.
Which he doesn't say, not in so many words. Instead, what Geralt gets is a solemn, weighted: )
Thanks. I know you got a million better places to be right now, tackling scorpions or getting frisky with Sam out there in the middle of nowhere, so... Thank you.
( For showing up when he asked. For listening to his novella and taking it seriously. For sticking around.
He's never been one to shy away from expressing gratitude, least of all for stuff like this. )