Ok but painful brainspark, because what if, late eve or night, Geralt kisses Jaskier, kisses him and kisses him and kisses him, curling his hand in Jaskier's hair, it's getting too long, it's a bit of a blur, maybe it's the relief from being alive or maybe they had one too many to drink, but Geralt can't stop kissing Jaskier.
When morning comes, in the cold light of day, and Geralt realizes what he's done, he panics, tries to backtrack, afraid of Jaskier's reaction, afraid of his own, afraid afraid afraid, and he blurts;
"I thought you were Yennefer,"
and Jaskier's face just shutters, because Geralt had said his name, Jaskier knows, but what hurts him the most is that Geralt can't stand by what happened, can't aknowledge it, and hurts, it fucking hurts.
"No, you didn't," Jaskier says.
And then he leaves.
