[ Geralt doesn't need to think twice. Privacy is the choice. ]
The cottage.
[ He's already making his way there. (Yeah, the flowers are still in his fucking hair, but he'll be ignoring that for this conversation). Someone else might have rehearsed how they might say it; for Geralt, that's just not how he operates. His mind is only on avoiding another fight about the wish. They've already gone through it once. Twice, even. They don't need to circle it yet another time.
The city is lit up for the night as he approaches her cottage. He knocks on her door. Lesson's been learned from their last conversation in the garden. He's taking this one indoors. ]
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The cottage.
[ He's already making his way there. (Yeah, the flowers are still in his fucking hair, but he'll be ignoring that for this conversation). Someone else might have rehearsed how they might say it; for Geralt, that's just not how he operates. His mind is only on avoiding another fight about the wish. They've already gone through it once. Twice, even. They don't need to circle it yet another time.
The city is lit up for the night as he approaches her cottage. He knocks on her door. Lesson's been learned from their last conversation in the garden. He's taking this one indoors. ]