[It isn't until Claude reacts that Jaskier realizes how far he's gone, how he's been bottling up more than he would've thought - which is incredibly uncommon for him. Jaskier lets anyone know how he feels about everything, even if they didn't ask.
And for a second there he does consider saying something, but then Claude flatters him like a bloody politician and even fucking bows, and Jaskier's ball of immature pettiness becomes actual anger. Is this truly what it comes down to?
He covers his face with his hands, groaning into them. Felix and Grant say something, he barely pays attention. When he looks up again, his heart gets stuck in his throat. Felix would've been easy to snap at...
But it's Dimitri.
Looking disappointed as fuck.
Jaskier sighs as he runs a hand through his hair.]
...if I hadn't wanted to see you, if I didn't like you, I wouldn't have come in the first place.
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And for a second there he does consider saying something, but then Claude flatters him like a bloody politician and even fucking bows, and Jaskier's ball of immature pettiness becomes actual anger. Is this truly what it comes down to?
He covers his face with his hands, groaning into them. Felix and Grant say something, he barely pays attention. When he looks up again, his heart gets stuck in his throat. Felix would've been easy to snap at...
But it's Dimitri.
Looking disappointed as fuck.
Jaskier sighs as he runs a hand through his hair.]
...if I hadn't wanted to see you, if I didn't like you, I wouldn't have come in the first place.