[ It's not the promise Dylan wants, no. But even he recognizes the impossibility of what he's asking Jaskier. And while Dylan would hardly place any of the blame on Jaskier if there turned out to be little he could do, he can understand why Jaskier would not want to commit to a promise he can only try his best to uphold in a place that tends to make sure everyone gets their fair share of suffering. He offers a smile, faint and appreciative. Even this much means a lot. Jaskier owes him nothing, and yet he's done nothing but try to be there ever since Dylan called him that night. ]

Thank you.

[ He steps in and plants a kiss on the side of Jaskier's cheek. A moment of affection, plain and simple. It's chaste and light and delicate as thin glass. Dylan seems only a hair's breadth away from shattering like said glass as well. He steps into his own space again, opposite fingers rubbing at the edge of his palm where the bite had originally happened. ]

Anyway, I kept you long enough. There are more important people than me. Go on and be your sexy rocker self. I'll be in my room if you still plan on stopping by later. I'd come to your show, but.

[ He swallows, eyes flicking toward the top of the stairs. ]

I don't like.... Being out. For long. Since that night.