[ Dylan flinches upon hearing his name, wondering for a moment if it would be extremely shitty to pretend like he didn't hear. Does he think Jaskier hates him? No. It crossed his mind Jaskier would in the immediacy of the moment. But he'd had time alone to read and reread those texts. Jaskier's concern and care bled through them. So, no. He was certain Jaskier didn't hate him. But that wasn't the same as wanting to go back to the relationship they had. Why would Jaskier want to make out with a part time monster?
Dylan closes his eyes and lets out a breath, turning to face Jaskier -- one hand anxiously rubbing his opposite arm just beneath the tattoo. ]
Oh. No. Still here.
[ His brows furrow and his eyes drop to his sneakers. ]
I'm actually, um...
[ He grapples to come up with some excuse. It's not that he doesn't want to see Jaskier. It's more that he doesn't want to face his shame. His shame in what he is. His shame for not saying something sooner. His shame for worrying Jaskier, not just over him but over Geralt and Laura as well.
Unfortunately, he fails to come up with something timely enough. Dylan finally looks up to meet Jaskier's gaze. ]
You shouldn't be late for your set, man. Go and dazzle your captive audience.
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Dylan closes his eyes and lets out a breath, turning to face Jaskier -- one hand anxiously rubbing his opposite arm just beneath the tattoo. ]
Oh. No. Still here.
[ His brows furrow and his eyes drop to his sneakers. ]
I'm actually, um...
[ He grapples to come up with some excuse. It's not that he doesn't want to see Jaskier. It's more that he doesn't want to face his shame. His shame in what he is. His shame for not saying something sooner. His shame for worrying Jaskier, not just over him but over Geralt and Laura as well.
Unfortunately, he fails to come up with something timely enough. Dylan finally looks up to meet Jaskier's gaze. ]
You shouldn't be late for your set, man. Go and dazzle your captive audience.