With the bard nearly coiled around him, Geralt let out a shaky breath. They actually just did that. He needed to process it a moment, stick the kiss to memory because memories were important. All of them.
He hadn't expected Jaskier to voice his feelings so prominently. And Geralt, the emotionally stunted Witcher as he'd been called, couldn't recall any time he'd said that to anyone or a time someone said it to him. Not with meaning. It was strange.
Unfortunately, the best response he could give was a hum. A thoughtful hum while he gripped fingers into the back of Jaskier's coat.