That would certainly have been the outcome, for once Jaskier was unintentionally wise in his decision making. Geralt hummed to himself when the bard paused, seeing the consideration flit across his features in a way that was too familiar, typically preceding being told how the wearer of look was about to express their displeasure for any number of his mannerisms or transgressions. "Mmm," along with a less dramatic huff of his own, more akin to an older dog exasperated with the attentions of a younger playmate. Tired and drawn through the dramatics of his once travelling companion who spoke of his adventures with high renown, earning the Witcher some small step up in the welcome he received.
There was more it to it than Jaskier making the name for an ungrateful Witcher. Miles they traveled together, be it thought Geralt's muttering and insistence that he didn't need the bard at all. That held weight.
"Jaskier," he said in a tone low and with a mark of warning, clearing his throat gruffly following. Always dramatic, always. Geralt wasn't one for apologies, not because he couldn't recognize when he was wrong, simply because it was awkward. His communication was best expressed with a sword and sparing banter. When more intense emotions took over, they did so without allowing him time to consider denying them. It was believed that Witchers were emotionless, but in his own experience that couldn't be more wrong. "Sit down," he demanded instead though decidedly more delicately than he could have. That was as close as they were going to come to apologies at the moment. Geralt telling him to stay rather than demanding he go ought to have spoken enough.
"It's... nice to see you," he said slowly, traces of what could have been a fond smile coming and going in a breath. At his core, Jaskier would never change, the same could be said of Geralt. What he could do was try to be more than he was. "How long have you been here?" It would amaze him if it was any extended length of time and he was only hearing him twang about now on that lute of his.