He'd kind of expected Geralt to get mad, defend himself. Maybe it's for the best, he's not in any condition for there to be fists involved, as there had been when they were boys.

But that would have been easier than the way Geralt slumps over his drink.

"I wasn't mad at you for trying to kill me. You didn't know the old man could get me back. If I had to be put down to save everyone else, that just makes you a better witcher than I was for getting myself in that mess in the first place."