It’ll have to be mine, then. Shabby is acceptable, but waking your roommate in the dead of night is not.

[He keeps a careful eye on Julian as they walk. Should he show any signs of falling, Geralt will be quick to extend him an arm.

The night is surprisingly bright as they exit into the street. Lamps are lit up and illuminating the path to the train station, where, even this late at night, they’ll be able to get a ticket anywhere in the city. Geralt’s lodgings are quite a ways from here.]

So damn bright. [He needs to start remembering to thin his pupils before stepping outside at night. The intensity of these synthetic sources of light make his retinas throb.] It's liable to give a man a headache after five glasses of gin.