The fucking poetic cinema of q!Jaiden saying "All I have is right here", and if you watch from her POV, you only see the house of memories she built for herself, without knowing that q!Roier is standing few meters from her, looking after her and making sure she is safe. Babygirl you are so right, it IS all right here. Even if you can't see it.
[Robin scrambled over the back of the sofa and wedged himself beside Oscar, absently watching TV. Part of him hoped his father wouldn’t wake, but he was a notoriously light sleeper so the chances were slim. Sure enough, Oscar stirred, sleepily wrapping an arm around his son with a cosy hum]
Oscar: Mmh-.. what time is it?
Robin: I don’t know.
Oscar: Late, then…
[Robin shrugged a shoulder, the steady rhythm of his father’s heartbeat soothing his frayed nerves; he wished they could just stay like this forever-.. Oscar’s breathing softened as he threatened to drift off again though, reminding Robin why he’d clambered out of bed in the first place]
Robin: Papa.. can I ask you something?
Oscar: Anything.
[Robin held his breath, readying himself for the inevitable barrage of Oscar’s unpleasant memories]
Robin: Can you tell me the truth about what Larry said? I asked grandma, but she made me promise I’d ask you too-.. that you’d explain it better than her.
Oscar: Is that what you’ve been thinking about this whole time?
Robin: I don’t want you to die again…
Oscar: I’m not going anywhere, I promise.
Robin: You can’t exactly promise something like that.
Oscar: I promise I’ll try my best not to, then.
Robin: You still think about that sorta stuff though, don’t you? How do you know it won’t happen again?
[Oscar sighed as he righted himself and settled Robin atop his knee, wondering what on earth Sidney had told him]
Robin: She said you knew the risks-.. why’d you do it?
Oscar: I wasn’t thinking straight-.. bit off more than I could chew. I was in a pretty bad place at the time.
Robin: Why?
Oscar: I like to keep things to myself, but it doesn’t do you any favours; I used to use all that nasty stuff to bury my feelings, to numb the pain it caused me to keep it all locked up n’ keep going.
Robin: But everyone has secrets, don’t they?
Oscar: They do, the fewer the better though-.. I think you’re as bad as me for bottling stuff up, but it’s so important to talk about things n’ let people help, ‘cause otherwise you’ll just end up finding unhealthy ways to cope instead.
Robin: So, it happened by accident?
Oscar: Yeah-.. it was pretty scary, to be honest.
Robin: But it definitely wasn’t on purpose?
Oscar: Sometimes I figured it’d be easier, but I didn’t want to die, no.
Robin: I don’t want you to either, not ever.
Oscar: It’s normal to be frightened of losing the people you love.
Robin: Really?
Oscar: Yeah-.. I used to worry about my grandad dying when I was your age. Sometimes it’d randomly pop into my head and I’d wonder what I’d do without him n’ get all pissy with everyone ‘til I could be alone, then I’d cry about it.
[Robin felt a twinge of sadness yet smiled faintly, feeling slightly less weird for worrying so excessively]
Robin: Sorry I asked grandma first…
Oscar: It’s alright, being curious is normal too.
[Oscar squeezed Robin tightly, semi-wishing he’d explained a little sooner; he was so mature for his age sometimes]
Oscar: I’ll never ever be upset with you for asking questions, okay? There’s nothing you can’t talk to me about.
Robin: I didn’t want to make you remember.
Oscar: The past is what makes us who we are, buddy-.. I just hope I’ve made enough mistakes for the both of us…
Established relationship Geraskier, where Jaskier continuously gets invited to parties/courts/masquerades and while he respects Geralt boundaries of not wanting to be dragged out into the crowds to socialize/dance, he still misses the slowdancing and being wrapped around another person on the dance floor
And Geralt absolutely has notice of this longing but cannot bring himself to leave his comfort zone until one time, he sees jaskier perfectly alone staring lovingly yet longingly at the crowd of people and couples dancing to the smaller orchestra band's music and finally realizes how heartbreakingly sweet it is of Jaskier to give up such a joy
And if Jaskier can sacrifice that much of himself, Geralt can too. So soon after that event ends, Geralt pieces together an outfit that's courtly enough and mentally reviews the types of dancing he's seen at the parties over the years
And the next time Jaskier gets invited to play at a big wedding ceremony, after he's finished his set and goes to look for Geralt so they can ravish the buffet together- Geralt is nowhere to be found until he hears some murmurs from behind him and Geralt timidly walks through the crowd in his attire holding a buttercup flower that he offers to Jaskier and asks
Julian, may I have this dance
Despite the glances and Geralts two left feet- he's never seen Jaskier this happy and it's all immediately worth it