[When Jaskier points out that a normal person would talk things out, Geralt's lip curls slightly. Yen has never been normal, but then neither has he.
He doesn't exactly have the moral high ground in this—a fact which didn't particularly bother him until he had to verbalize the problem. Out loud, it sounded more petty than it had in his head.
He's not entirely above it, but he doesn't relish the sensation either.]
I don't expect her to talk it out.
[How many problems does talking actually solve anyway? Not maybe in Geralt's experience.
[A more mature person probably wouldn't snigger at that, but Jaskier isn't always (or often, for that matter) a mature person. He doesn't mean to make light of Geralt's frustration or hurt—he would never do that intentionally—but this is about as close to a sulk as he's ever seen the witcher come to doing and there is something a little funny about it. A man who is as serious as the grave be to be almost pouting like a child (in his own, grumbly way) is something it's hard not to see a little humor in.]
Gods, you are in a sulk, aren't you? [He huffs another laugh as he looks down. Jaskier sighs then, moistening his lips a moment before looking back up at his friend, his expression not unkind but certainly more serious. His tone is gentle as it often is when Jaskier is offering and extending his advice, but there's also something firmer about it than Geralt is likely used to hearing.] Look, Geralt. I know you love her more than you love anyone else. And that's why you're sitting here stewing in it. And I know it's tying you up in knots because you want to make it right. You're willing to do whatever it takes to protect her and do right by her. And she knows that, Geralt. She knows all of that.
[And Jaskier knows to some extent, that doesn't make it better. If anything, that probably makes it hurt worse to Geralt that Yennefer can know all of that and still not seemingly trust him enough. But it's not about trusting Geralt or not.]
Despite how cruel and...utterly vindictive she can be, she's not doing this to hurt you, Geralt. [And that's as close as Jaskier can come to saying that it's not a lack of trust or faith in Geralt. He knows it's not his place to say what's Yennefer's reasons for avoiding him even to the smallest degree possible. He can really only offer that vague reassurance, which honestly isn't probably worth shit, but Jaskier has to try something here.] It's just that she doesn't need someone to fix her problems for her. [Never really has, honestly, but not the point right now.] She just needs someone to be patient with her. Just as she's asking you to be in her very roundabout, obnoxious Yennefer way.
So. You can either try to find it in you to have a bit of patience and not start taking on the responsibility of wrongdoing she hasn't thrown at your feet as of yet. Or... [He settles back down into a comfortable position on the bed as he continues,] You can keep up what you're doing now. You can grouse about her not talking to you and I'll remind you that it's Yennefer and why would she ever be so straightforward? And then you can say you know, but you wish she would, and I'll tell you that I agree. It's all very ridiculous and absurd, but that's Yennefer for you. And then you can start grousing about how it's unfair again and you just want to fix things, and then I'll remind once again that it's Yennefer, and— [He lifts his head from the pillow a moment, squinting a little at Geralt.] You see where I'm going with this, right? [Waving a hand, he settles back down and makes himself extra comfortable.] I'm happy to have this circular conversation as many times as you like, but I am having that nap first because I was tired before, but now I'm thoroughly exhausted. Gods, I don't know how you find someone so infuriating to be so appealing. Has your insomnia gotten so bad that she's the only solution? I pity you if that's the case, but if not, Geralt, there are far more pleasant ways to obtain sleep than that.
[Jaskier rolls over, putting his back to Geralt, waving his hand again.]
Well, in any case, you're welcome to join me if you're tired as well. If not, just keep your grumblings to a minimum, please.
I don't think she's doing this to hurt me. I doubt she's thinking of me at all. [Not that she can't be mad at him. She can be, though Jaskier might be right that she's gotten herself twisted over something unrelated.
He does suspect that her sudden silence has to do with him.
Be doesn't think that her intention is to hurt him, though. Oh, Yennefer can lash out, and he imagine's he'd know if it were that.]
She's protecting herself.
[He rolls his shoulders like he's shrugging off a coat or trying to shake off a cold rain.]
I'm done. Talking about it won't change anything. And you've heard enough.
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He doesn't exactly have the moral high ground in this—a fact which didn't particularly bother him until he had to verbalize the problem. Out loud, it sounded more petty than it had in his head.
He's not entirely above it, but he doesn't relish the sensation either.]
I don't expect her to talk it out.
[How many problems does talking actually solve anyway? Not maybe in Geralt's experience.
That may be a biased sample, though.]
Just to let me know what she wants.
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Gods, you are in a sulk, aren't you? [He huffs another laugh as he looks down. Jaskier sighs then, moistening his lips a moment before looking back up at his friend, his expression not unkind but certainly more serious. His tone is gentle as it often is when Jaskier is offering and extending his advice, but there's also something firmer about it than Geralt is likely used to hearing.] Look, Geralt. I know you love her more than you love anyone else. And that's why you're sitting here stewing in it. And I know it's tying you up in knots because you want to make it right. You're willing to do whatever it takes to protect her and do right by her. And she knows that, Geralt. She knows all of that.
[And Jaskier knows to some extent, that doesn't make it better. If anything, that probably makes it hurt worse to Geralt that Yennefer can know all of that and still not seemingly trust him enough. But it's not about trusting Geralt or not.]
Despite how cruel and...utterly vindictive she can be, she's not doing this to hurt you, Geralt. [And that's as close as Jaskier can come to saying that it's not a lack of trust or faith in Geralt. He knows it's not his place to say what's Yennefer's reasons for avoiding him even to the smallest degree possible. He can really only offer that vague reassurance, which honestly isn't probably worth shit, but Jaskier has to try something here.] It's just that she doesn't need someone to fix her problems for her. [Never really has, honestly, but not the point right now.] She just needs someone to be patient with her. Just as she's asking you to be in her very roundabout, obnoxious Yennefer way.
So. You can either try to find it in you to have a bit of patience and not start taking on the responsibility of wrongdoing she hasn't thrown at your feet as of yet. Or... [He settles back down into a comfortable position on the bed as he continues,] You can keep up what you're doing now. You can grouse about her not talking to you and I'll remind you that it's Yennefer and why would she ever be so straightforward? And then you can say you know, but you wish she would, and I'll tell you that I agree. It's all very ridiculous and absurd, but that's Yennefer for you. And then you can start grousing about how it's unfair again and you just want to fix things, and then I'll remind once again that it's Yennefer, and— [He lifts his head from the pillow a moment, squinting a little at Geralt.] You see where I'm going with this, right? [Waving a hand, he settles back down and makes himself extra comfortable.] I'm happy to have this circular conversation as many times as you like, but I am having that nap first because I was tired before, but now I'm thoroughly exhausted. Gods, I don't know how you find someone so infuriating to be so appealing. Has your insomnia gotten so bad that she's the only solution? I pity you if that's the case, but if not, Geralt, there are far more pleasant ways to obtain sleep than that.
[Jaskier rolls over, putting his back to Geralt, waving his hand again.]
Well, in any case, you're welcome to join me if you're tired as well. If not, just keep your grumblings to a minimum, please.
Wrapping this up?
He does suspect that her sudden silence has to do with him.
Be doesn't think that her intention is to hurt him, though. Oh, Yennefer can lash out, and he imagine's he'd know if it were that.]
She's protecting herself.
[He rolls his shoulders like he's shrugging off a coat or trying to shake off a cold rain.]
I'm done. Talking about it won't change anything. And you've heard enough.
...Get some sleep.