"Aw, I wouldn't say he's out of your league either." Based of what he'd seen, it look like it was the other way around. But he knew nothing of either man's background. As far as he knew, this Geralt was a duke or a king. He definitely had the brows for it. "And who doesn't love a good DILF? I say go for it! What's to lose?" Dignity, probably. Wes had lost that a few times.
It was sweet how Jaskier talked about the two of them. "You're really into him, aren't you?" The bard had said love before. He'd look surprised when he'd said, like it was the first time he had. So was it? Wes couldn't say that he'd ever been in love himself. Sure, there were a few people that he thought he could like a little bit more than everyone else but there had never been a moment where he'd felt that ...zing. But if he had, would he have even known it? Right now, every time Jaskier spoke of Geralt, his whole face would go soft and happy.
It was sweet. And Wesley was jealous.
He didn't know what would happen with Ciri. What he did know was that he enjoyed spending time with her. That even if they were from two very different worlds, had been brought up completely different ...somehow they still felt like old friends. He hoped that whatever came, they could always be friends.
The loud music from the club up ahead vibrated out into the hall. Wes didn't think they'd find any answers in there but Jaskier was determined to take them in. At least he was able to replace his empty drink with another full one as someone passed by them.
"Terrible? It's so bad, it's considered good. Welcome to the future. Don't try to understand anything." Wes grimaced as he looked out into the huddle of sweaty bodies. "Well. It's one form of dancing. You want to try it?"