[Jaskier grips him back warmly, the handshake easy, casual. Gods, if Jaskier wasn't a flatterer himself, he could see himself easily bowled over by Sam's... well, his whole thing. He smiles easily, but without malice. His words aren't carefully picked, but they come so easily, without pretention or expectance.
He covers Sam's hand with his other, holding in both of his own for a moment, a squeeze to match. Ah. This could be fun -- in another place, it already would be.]
I'm very glad I came. [Tempting as it is to peck his cheek, Jaskier's curling smile is enough for now.] I'll take those words to heart, Sam, and extend the same. In this, we're together.
[It leaves him with some sort of... not optimism, exactly, but a warmth. It's always worth having strong friends, even if not of the political sort.]
wrapping up here!
He covers Sam's hand with his other, holding in both of his own for a moment, a squeeze to match. Ah. This could be fun -- in another place, it already would be.]
I'm very glad I came. [Tempting as it is to peck his cheek, Jaskier's curling smile is enough for now.] I'll take those words to heart, Sam, and extend the same. In this, we're together.
[It leaves him with some sort of... not optimism, exactly, but a warmth. It's always worth having strong friends, even if not of the political sort.]