Geralt spent the next chunk of days in solitude, as he was wont to do in situations like this. His tantrum had ended only minutes after it had begun, leaving his trailer in absolute disarray. He hadn't even taken the time to clean it and had simply...disappeared for the rest of the evening. He'd returned sometime the next day, after he had chased some physical sensations to distract himself from his wounded ego.

He felt a little better upon his return, but still was not ready to rejoin his new little "family". Instead, he kept to himself, cleaned the mess he had made in his trailer, and spent the next days of travel alone. He only left to retrieve morsels of food and drink, and even then avoided interaction with anyone. It seemed that his mood had been made clear to the troupe, for not even Cora or Akane dared to speak to him during this time. It was better this way, he knew that he would not be able to control himself if they bothered him with their petty questions, and undoubtedly any wrong step would be reported to Lucien.

He performed his next shows the "right" way as well, putting on a smile for every single member of the audience. When the troupe gathered at the end of the stop to gather their cuts, he asked that Akane take his to him in his trailer afterwards. He didn't feel like looking Lucien in the eye just yet.

But he knew that the night of the full moon was approaching. He had seen Lucien sitting on top of his trailer during the last two he had been witness to, staring up at the sky with a bottle of whiskey, doodling or scribbling in a book. He always had this look...a look of longing, of despair, that Geralt was all too familiar with. Once was strange, twice was a coincidence, but three times was a pattern. If Lucien was out on the trailer tonight, The Magician knew he would be vulnerable and may not be up for an argument. Besides, the Frenchman did not seem the type to hold a grudge, so Geralt assumed that most of his anger towards him had faded by now. Or so he hoped. 

So, this was the night Geralt had decided to "strike". He waited about an hour after nightfall and watched from afar as Lucien opened the door to his trailer and made his way to the roof with all of his accouterments. He gave his a healthy amount of time to set up and get comfortable, then made his move.

Bottle in hand, he made his way across the ground to where Lucien had parked. It was never far from his own living space. He approached the door and made as if to knock, then pretended to notice the ladder and look up.

[color=crimson]"Lucien?"[/color] he called, as if surprised by what he was seeing. All a part of the plan.