Geralt steps back and Claude follows him, standing outside of the front door. They are doing this here, then, he assumes, and that's fine. It's as good a place as any. Claude doesn't appear to be upset at the fact that the witcher has shown up on his doorstep, though nor does he appear pleased, either-- and Geralt can no longer determine his mood through scent. His natural acting abilities would be able to conceal his emotions well enough. He dislikes this nose-blindness, having to navigate the intricacies of human interaction without, essentially, a way to cheat. A biological summation of, at least, the basics of what's going on in someone's head.
"This is not how I would normally do this," Geralt starts, and it's probably not the most auspicious beginning, but it's honest. "I'm not good with words. But you are..."
Like Jaskier, he almost says, but bites it back. It wouldn't be prudent to bring him up right now. The issue between Jaskier and Claude is their own, and he wouldn't have gotten in the middle of it even if Jaskier had asked him to. He's a bad choice for that, for one thing, and this isn't a situation that could be solved by a middleman. If Jaskier had more to say to Claude, he'd have to do it himself.
"The kind that needs them. So. Here I am, doing this with words."
God help all of them, really.
"I've thought about what you said to me at the park, and you were right." Geralt likes to think that he's gotten better at admitting when he's wrong. He's had practice at it, much to his chagrin. "I've held you to a standard that I wouldn't have held Felix or Dimitri to. It's unfair. I had no right to demand trust from you and then penalize you when I didn't get it how I wanted. I am not owed what I haven't offered."
He had been similarly unfair in the past-- he owned up to it, eventually, and he owns up to this now. It's progress of a sort, that he acknowledges his mistakes more readily. And no one even had to get yelled at on a mountain this time.
"I'm sorry. For how I treated you." Geralt shifts his weight, a small sign of discomfort. He doesn't usually speak this much about anything that doesn't involve monsters, a contract, or possibly horses. "You didn't deserve it."
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Date: 2021-07-12 08:45 pm (UTC)"This is not how I would normally do this," Geralt starts, and it's probably not the most auspicious beginning, but it's honest. "I'm not good with words. But you are..."
Like Jaskier, he almost says, but bites it back. It wouldn't be prudent to bring him up right now. The issue between Jaskier and Claude is their own, and he wouldn't have gotten in the middle of it even if Jaskier had asked him to. He's a bad choice for that, for one thing, and this isn't a situation that could be solved by a middleman. If Jaskier had more to say to Claude, he'd have to do it himself.
"The kind that needs them. So. Here I am, doing this with words."
God help all of them, really.
"I've thought about what you said to me at the park, and you were right." Geralt likes to think that he's gotten better at admitting when he's wrong. He's had practice at it, much to his chagrin. "I've held you to a standard that I wouldn't have held Felix or Dimitri to. It's unfair. I had no right to demand trust from you and then penalize you when I didn't get it how I wanted. I am not owed what I haven't offered."
He had been similarly unfair in the past-- he owned up to it, eventually, and he owns up to this now. It's progress of a sort, that he acknowledges his mistakes more readily. And no one even had to get yelled at on a mountain this time.
"I'm sorry. For how I treated you." Geralt shifts his weight, a small sign of discomfort. He doesn't usually speak this much about anything that doesn't involve monsters, a contract, or possibly horses. "You didn't deserve it."