[Geralt’s introduction to the bed is slightly more dignified. He drops onto the edge and spends several minutes fumbling to remove his shirt and trousers, which he then replaces with warmer, looser nightclothes. Just a simple t-shirt and trousers. If Julian has enough control of his facilities to notice anything Geralt is doing, he may note that Geralt looks like someone who has been mauled by, like, eight bears. There’s a lot of scars.]
Haven’t fallen asleep, have you?
[Geralt joins him on the bed, stretching out. He’s rather drowsy himself, so he wouldn’t be terribly disappointed if Julian had managed to drop off in the time it took him to change.]
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Haven’t fallen asleep, have you?
[Geralt joins him on the bed, stretching out. He’s rather drowsy himself, so he wouldn’t be terribly disappointed if Julian had managed to drop off in the time it took him to change.]