Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20150722184854/@comment-5543592-20150731211346

Geralt, like Kay noted, was sitting quietly, focusing on interlocked fingers.

He'd written off last night as something of a failure, considering it's turnout. He wasn't quite sure what she wanted from him, in fact, she'd completely ambushed him with a plethora of unfair comments, expectations, and questions.

And what was he supposed to say? No? Kay had been right, there were other women, in the eight years since he had last seen her. But, didn't she know he thought she was different?

...

Was she different? Geralt thought so, and after last night he was almost sure. But then, the expectations. He couldn't be expected to live that life. That just wasn't who he was.

He glanced over at Kay finally, fixating his stare on her.