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„Fuck it,” Jaskier mumbled and took two steps until he collided with Geralt, their arms immediately wrapping around each other in a strong hug.
He would regret this. He would regret it so much when Geralt would decide Jaskier was too annoying and would send him away again. It had hurt so much every time Geralt had made clear how annoying Jaskier was but after the last time Jaskier had thought they would never see each other again and he was almost fine with it until Geralt burst in through his cell door.
Jaskier was desperately holding onto Geralt, grabbing his stupid armor, not wanting to let go. But Geralt was also clinging to him, seemingly equally desperate.
“Fuck you, Geralt,” Jaskier choked out, barely a whisper. Geralt’s arms around him tightened, pressing him against the hard and uncomfortable chest plate but it didn’t matter as long as Geralt word keep holding him. Keep giving him what he had needed so much. He felt Geralt's cheek pressing against his own, his scruff scratching him.
“I’m so sorry,” Geralt mumbled.
“Are you really?” Jaskier still wasn’t sure what to think about it. Geralt had hut him so much. And he had never before apologized. He felt his eyes burning, he was sure he would be crying, again. Too many tears had been shed about Geralt and Jaskier hated it but he couldn’t stop it.
“Yes, I really fucked up, I want to do better.” He sounded genuine.
“Alright, but you’ll have to proof it.” He felt Geralt nodding in response. They pulled away and Geralt looked at him so softly, Jaskier was certain, his knees would give up and then Geralt wiped the tears off Jaskier’s face.
“I want to tell you everything,” Geralt said. “But first, we need your help.” We? Who the fuck was we? Hopefully not Yennefer. Jaskier couldn’t believe he would do it again. Help Geralt again. But Geralt was getting him out so at least he could do that. Whatever Geralt needed help with.
“Fine,” he said with a sigh. “First.” He turned around and looked at the mice he had talked to while he had been here.
“Gentlemen, it’s been an honour.” Geralt looked at him exasperated, as if he didn’t talk to his damn horse all the time.
“What? I made new friends, get over it.” As if anyone could ever be as important to him as Geralt. He walked past Geralt with a mumbled: “Jealous”