Bull keeps on studying him, taking in the man's face in profile. "Yeah," he says after a moment, quiet, the word coming out a little rougher than he thought it was going to. Then he stops. The lack of an answer there is loud, not what Bull expected to be hearing right now, and most of the ways he can think to answer the witcher's own questions could probably read like some kind of come-on, on his part.
He opens his mouth, reconsiders answering at all, looking thoughtful. Then he closes his mouth again. This is new to him, sure, but encouraging the train of thought it looks like the witcher might be taking himself on might make the offer Bull just made kind of pointless. If the witcher's thinking about it, let him think about it.
"Said you go home in the winter, right? To see your witcher buddies?" He pauses, imagining. One of them got to be someone to somebody, for a while, even if the kind of needs Bull's so good at sating never really last. He's had to keep to himself for a while, yeah, he's been feeling it more than he wants to think about, but winter - once a year - feels like a long while away. Weird, to think about a witcher that way, in a way he understands. Always wandering, never settling down, never belonging enough to stay.
He wants to say it out loud, tell the witcher he gets it. Share that with him. Any try at some kind of intimacy on Bull's part right now, though- well, maybe he's thinking too hard about this, but he's never done things this way before. "You ever meet up with them outside of that?"
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He opens his mouth, reconsiders answering at all, looking thoughtful. Then he closes his mouth again. This is new to him, sure, but encouraging the train of thought it looks like the witcher might be taking himself on might make the offer Bull just made kind of pointless. If the witcher's thinking about it, let him think about it.
"Said you go home in the winter, right? To see your witcher buddies?" He pauses, imagining. One of them got to be someone to somebody, for a while, even if the kind of needs Bull's so good at sating never really last. He's had to keep to himself for a while, yeah, he's been feeling it more than he wants to think about, but winter - once a year - feels like a long while away. Weird, to think about a witcher that way, in a way he understands. Always wandering, never settling down, never belonging enough to stay.
He wants to say it out loud, tell the witcher he gets it. Share that with him. Any try at some kind of intimacy on Bull's part right now, though- well, maybe he's thinking too hard about this, but he's never done things this way before. "You ever meet up with them outside of that?"