Don't you see that lonesome dove sitting on an ivy tree

[every_blossom_blooming]

Nina sat at a booth near the back of the bar, staring at the bottle of liquor on the table. A glass sat next to it, though she hadn't touched either just yet. She wasn't even sure how long she'd been sitting there anymore.

It had been a day or two since Geralt disappeared. Maybe two, now, she thought. She'd spent the first day on the floor of Kaz and Inej's apartment, and she'd managed to leave, but she wasn't sure where to go or what to do with herself. And that was probably how she found herself in a bar, sitting in front of a bottle that she'd like very much to drown in. Her eyes were still red-rimmed from crying, her hair limp from the lack of a shower in the last few days.

She pulled out her phone and scrolled through her contacts, barely focused as the tears threatened to overflow again.

Come sit with me? I'm at Tintern.

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[onlythebranch]

He goes because she asks.

Because he's that fucking easy when someone gets under his skin and he'd say it's not an easy thing, worming under there, making him give a shit, but he knows that would be just as much bullshit as everything else he says, so instead he just pretends he doesn't notice. If he doesn't talk about it, maybe no one else will either.

So he goes because she asks and when he slides into the booth across from her, he can tell something is wrong. Something bigger than pregnancy hormones. Something more than just a shitty day, because she's got a bottle and a glass and she isn't drinking it yet, but that's a hell of a lot of alcohol for a pregnant lady.

He does the asshole thing and reaches for the glass, claiming it as his own. As he pours himself a drink, he asks, "What d'you need, darlin'? Besides the booze."